World of our Love

Oh, in the firestorm of words, the domes of hearts burned down,
And the temple of my love has fallen with no way back.
Yet in the ashes still remain warm traces to be found -
Like campfire light along the sunset’s golden track.

Here, eternal snow has buried youthful might,
And wild crows caw their tales of lies to me,
But I am learning to forgive and step back into life,
As a ray of sunlight breaks through cracks so tenderly.

My beloved, do you hear my voice?
I rise again for you from all this darkness.
Yes, the world is charred, but not destroyed,
Its pulse still beats, though faint and heartless.

Between these rusted words a hopeful garden grows,
Where whispered grass renews my fading trust.
And in forgotten mirrors left among old roads,
I see your lovely face again, unbroken, just.

In the past we sparked a fire that burned so cruel,
Where I almost lost the name I called my own,
But near you, wounds will heal, pain will grow cool,
And what was once just smoke will turn to dawn.

And hand in hand, together side by side,
We’ll build anew our sacred home so strong.
You - the guiding helm upon this tide,
And I - the weary captain drifting long.

My beloved, can you hear my voice again?
I have risen for you out of the ashes.
Our world in ruins, yet it breathes and then
We’ll give it back a spark of love that flashes.

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