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That tastes more rich and sweet with time

And makes our relationship sublime.

Pilgrimage

Maybe there’s a God above,

And all I’ve ever learned from love

Is that it is a blessing so divine.

And every sunless night I’ll pray

To see your rays beaming someday.

Come cast the lonely dark out with your shine.

I want to feel its warm embrace

Upon my cold and cat-like face.

Poor into me, intoxicate like wine.

Now sinking down below the line,

I hope that we can breathe just fine

Until you rise again over horizon mine.

I can’t but suffer the sunset,

I bear the freezing frost onset.

It weighs on me, it chills, it breaks my spine.

So cannot wait for you to show,

To heat me up in your great glow,

To let me be a pilgrim to your shrine.

Do Come Back

Thought I was building castles in the air,

Thought it to be a kingdom of some love affair.

Built brick by brick, into the clouds yet another stair.

If bricks were money, then I think I’d be a billionaire.

I’m not a builder, not a king, and not a millionaire,

But all I know is that this thing between us cannot wear and tear.

The thing, the fabric of our lives, I feel it stretching here and there.

It’s all around me, I am rolled inside it, stunned as if it were a snare.

It’s more than love that trapped me, caught me absolutely unaware.

I feel its presence even with you far away, it can be seen from anywhere.

As though it were mature night giving a rise to a full moon with its white flare,

It shines my way, it makes me feel, it lets me see through darkness, bless the glare!

So godlike you are that I’m tempted in your honor to address a prayer.