Chapter 12

Fleeing shady preceding yet the pressure of sealable truth doesn't lie far from the gem

In the yields of the dusk yet I am no one illustrated with the leash of dark entities

Gaping will anyone accept me for my past as it's grimy and the misery still pounds under my spirit

I adore thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can touch when believing out of sensation

For the horizons of being and ideal compassion.

I love thee to the level of every day

The quietest necessity, by rays and candlelight.

I love thee willingly, as men strive for right.

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the affection put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood faith.

Knowing I am not lovable by my past lovers made me disclose its the best if I don't deserve it and frigid were well kept away

I have not begged anything from almighty of above but to take all my anguish away so that I can be a clean saint cloth again to my lover

My heart quivered at your soothing glimmer

Your essence is left within me despite the augmentation of cinematic impressions of life

Scouring far and beyond marveling where we're you all this while

Evenings channel like the bridge of thunderous droplets sleet

Enacting over the demise exiting the ashes of stray wondering how persistent were we

Concealing under the shed of lust yet the configuring validity was beyond the establishment that made me bound to you

In an emotional bliss

Unanimous in bodily rapture

I feel my imagination and tale

Approximately us yearning hand in hand yet the collision of the sudden gash of desire

I shall die but yet I will be the shape lingering behind you to take all your misery away as I will be praying to be your angel

Knowing your love is something I have pleaded for intervals because I was eventually available to ooze every droplet of my blood just so I can seal our bond as one

I do not fathom about your hereabouts because your presence of soul had engaged with my soul

Connection of such secrecy

Were you there to feel when my silent cries rang through the frequency of air

Were you thinking about who will be the girl that will be your companionship that you were lacking all this while

Have been thinking about me when you were at your meagerest of end stare

Doesn't your heart flutter at the sight when u know who I am

Exemplified to like the gaze of glory on a silver platter

I am sure your impressions sacrifice you

Will this girl possesses her dark past or is clear as paper

When you arrive to me, unbidden,

Beckoning me

In long-ago rooms,

Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,

Gatherings of days too few.

Baubles of stolen kisses.

Trinkets of borrowed love.

Trunks of secret words,

Yet your whispers got me foolish about how my heart was with you and it was something of legacy I couldn't just take it away

Because love is a word of end description yet it was not taken much exceptionally