★♡♫If I don't breathe,there's no way to live.★♡♫

Even every year I come to the cemetery,
Our journals of love, I do carry.
Three years have passed since my love is death.
With his own, he took my breathe.
Shadows around me move on their own.
I see a face made of sacred stone.
My darling angel, where are you now?
To live this life, I do not know how.
Staring at me is the milted moon.
Who never had him over which to swoon.
Six centuries shared has turned into six feet.
The wholeness once felt has become incomplete.
I hand my head to weep at our separation.
To fully experience what is now desperation.
As I hang my head, I do not know why,
but I feel eyes staring at me as I cry.
When will the season of winter pass from my heart?
And I know, it is when we are no longer apart.

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