My Lover's Temple

My Lover's Temple lies in sands of East
though he's a symbol of my worn-out old,
I know this fact about myself, at least;
You; here is story 'bout my life; untold.

Yes, I arrived this planet here in North,
where ice can crawl inside a heart and reign;
an evil sickness took my life, burst forth,
and switched the things I loved with death and pain.

My Lover; I found him where grass of West
sings ultrasonic melodies to sea,
and he's the first who came inside my chest
and he's the first who made me safe and free.

But now my Lover's gone, he tripped and fell
he chose the darkest chamber of the South,
I try to walk my path, and not to dwell,
though still I feel his kisses on my mouth.

I've always been a master of Great Loss,
and though I need to let this matter go,
I also want to fight my way across
to temple where memoria sacred glows.

I know, I know, his temple's not my place
I know I have my backyard in the skies
I see the sacred nature of my pace
although my pace and path consists of cries.

I'll find my way, I feel the Cosmic Heart
so gently and with love it holds me dear,
and though my love is broken, torn apart
I get the gift of getting my selves near.

Yes; "love thyself, and all the love will come"
they say, I guess I'll try it out and wait;
await and see what I may have become
when I can lose the grip of Lover's weight.

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