Perspective 9

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Obsessed with pure hearts and heroism,
the romantic idealist falls.
My Beautiful One.

I should of sacrificed everything for the sake of a romantic love divine.
My Beautiful One.

Endless tears fill the Ocean of my heart..

My Beautiful One, whom I let slip from my grasp.
I let you go for the sake of shame selfish.

Struggling to correct that horrid wrong which befell us at the zenith of bliss.

To no avail.

Murdering that wondrous beauty of absolute purity defined..

That union of two halves of the same soul, ancient.
Searching the corridors of eternity for one another,
until fate cast forth that shining, destined,
moment in this life, in this sphere of existence.

Finally reuniting us.
And with the morning sun,
the light of God came every day.

In but a few short months, bliss.
All that is true and right,
an entire lifetime together,
elapsed.

Never to be forgotten.

A lifetime of blinding purity,
dancing with a splendor,
brighter than all stars combined.

And I would steal them all,
until the heavens sparkled no more,
just to hold you again, if only in a dream.

My Beautiful One.

I should of sacrificed all for the sake of our souls forever intertwined.
My Beautiful One.

Instead, tears of razors never ending.
Shred my very heart.

My Beautiful One.