I Miss Her
The day My Pretty Lotus passed away,
I was broken and couldn’t find my way.
I tried to take a break to relax in life,
My heart ached and I missed my wife.
The pain inside my heart hurt me badly,
The eyes revealed many stories very sadly.
Some old, some new treasured memories,
It seemed we were together for centuries.
The pain of losing a dear one is so deep,
This sorrow disturbs the peaceful sleep.
It’s all lonely here and it’s difficult to bear,
Life without her hurts the heart like spear.
YOU MAKE ME BELIEVE
Is there anything we can believe during our
life?
I do not think anything else lasts aside from
strife.
For our life may perish and our life may even
end,
Our soul can depart and our form may come to
end,
But our love and passion stands as an eternal
flame,
This will never ever dim but it will remain the
same.
Our love will forever last when all other lights
leave,
You are the light in my life and you make me
believe.
The Pretty Lotus of My Pond
The timeline of my life has fond memories that last,
The ins and outs of life of years that have gone past.
There are segments of places, time and of all events,
They drift through the mind and make deadly tents.
We both loved, lived, laughed and liked our family life,
All our choices were simple cos she was a perfect wife.
Our fond memories filled our soul with great creation,
We shared a common goal throughout our destination.
My angel passed away giving the heaven another soul,
That tore the fabric of my life and left me with a hole.
I can feel the open space because my life has ceased,
She’s gone to rest in peace but how can I be pleased.
The life of my Pretty Lotus can never be severed ever,
She’s alive in my heart and mind this day and forever.
The timeline shows me she’s blessing me from above,
My Pretty Lotus of my pond is singing softly like a dove.
Song Of My Dove
Some say my nights have a thousand eyes,
But I can’t see her anywhere around me.
Others say my days have a million eyes,
But I still can’t see her anywhere near me.
All the lights of the bright world have died,
It is now dark and the setting sun has died.
I hear the wind saying a few things to me,
My healing heart is unable to beat and see.
The bright light of my whole life has died,
All is lost after My Pretty Lotus has died.
So no matter how far or how long it is,
Love for her will still be the same as is.
Whether in spirit, mind or body I’m here,
As long as my angel will always is near.
I will always love and cherish my love,
As long as I hear the song of my dove.
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Our love stretched our hearts and made us
bigger inside for us to live together in one
compartment.
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Treasured Fond Memories
If anyone peeps in my heart only pieces they’ll find,
These are her fond memories that are in my mind.
My heart weeps and the mind is unable to think,
I long to hear her voice and experience her wink.
None of these would be seen, heard or felt now,
That is the way it is going to be, I accept it now.
Since the day I lost my Lotus I’m all torn and cold,
I keep sobbing and saying I need her hand to hold.
Everyone says be strong old man things will pass,
But they aren’t able to see the tears my eyes pass.
My heart was torn and it will stay that was forever,
Until I can find my Lotus and we’re again together.
On the day she departed and left without goodbye,
That day is haunting me and makes me call and cry.
Now the feeling of sorrow is deep pain all the side,
It is getting difficult day by day, I am unable to hide.
So, as I write this and you are somewhere far away,
I can only reach that place by loving you this way.
Your Lakhan is now all broken, so torn and so cold,
But love is fire; love is flame so he would try to act bold.