Will you forgive my weakness
If you dare
To say aloud what burns inside the bottom of my heart?
That tortures
like fire devouring flesh of Salem witch
And what salvates the sinful soul?
That knows no better fortune
And knows no fairier share
Then love that once was born to give.
To understand despite, against...
And to forgive,
but never to forget
A single moment
Which is always precious. Together
Still, too short to quench the thurst.
That's something bigger than a human soul can house,
But htat's the essence and the reason to exist -
That feeling, once aroused
Is the my godly gift.
To my soulmate
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