I am ready to paint a picture of my love
This would be the same picture of God
above
God is great and so was my Pretty
Lotus
I feel God's presence so I do of my
Pretty Lotus
I have a very clear vision of both the
faces
They both keep passing me their
graces.
I have written over a thousand verses
I know how I feel when I get any curses
I always know just what I would do
When my love is pronounced true
I will keep writing about my love divine
I would praise my love in every line.
Singing her praise on my own accord
I know she is in safe hand of the lord
I bow down in prayers for my love each
day
I had said a lot but still have words to
say
I want to paint, write and sing as well
To resurrect the soul that in heaven
dwell.
Death is neither the end nor the final
word
It is a temporary separation I have
heard
It has no power at all to keep us apart
Our love is forged deeply in this heart
Death only is a veil to shield us from
view
It cannot ever disconnect me from you.
My grief keeps reminding to love her
more
To express myself freely and do a lot
more
To feel more deeply and love more fully
In the end we will both enjoy life wholly
I have lost my most precious treasure
No one is able to do a correct measure.
My loneliness reminds me that I still
have
All the fond memories that I still have
Of all that I once was and all I can be
Are the gifts that my Pretty Lotus gave
me
The memories would make me live my
life
What is left of me is to love my beloved
wife.
I dearly miss her when I visit the places
That we have been creating as our
spaces
I dearly miss her in the day and the
night
The greatest pain is at dawn's first light
My sorrows increase when she isn't
around
I miss her dearly when she is not
found.
My loneliness increases when nights
come on
When I'm alone at home when the day
is done
The picture I draw of her has no special
way
I feel I'll see her tomorrow as I did
yesterday
The longing has no limit and no special
time
The pain of separation is in my every
rhyme.
