Let us build a temple, a sacred space where the heart and soul become one, and all that I have is surrendered in devotion. Like sunbeams sinking gently into the moon’s embrace, let us make this night eternal, and this love everlasting.
You are the poem, the verses in which I dissolve into nothingness. Faded smoke and shadows will carry the memories of what was. In eerie silence, a fragile candle flickers and dies. But in that moment, let us make this chapter eternal, and this love forever.
Reveal to me the mystery hidden in the depths of your dark kohl, your mesmerizing eyes pulling me into a world of nocturnal dreams. In this seductive worship, within the walls of this damned castle, let us make this secret eternal, and this love forever.
Come to life, love invisible, weaving yourself into the shades of red and images surreal. The shadows are silhouetted, and the songs sung are sensual, an anthem of desires whispered in the dark. Let us make this rosary eternal, and this love forever.
The earth thirsts, and the monsoon’s gentle drizzle falls. Withered petals lie scattered upon a haunted gravel path, while lifeless idols are carved into destiny’s pedestal. In that moment of fragility, let us make this plea eternal, and this love forever.
Sentence me to death, for what is love if not a feeling—an untitled deed? The damned followers and blessed infidels stand at the gates, and still, we declare: Let us make this decree eternal, and this love forever.
Gothic and grotesque, the ghosts of our pasts linger, whispering the gospel of love’s complexity. My nuances are subtle, my fables strange, but the sea whispers to the sand and the tidal waves: “Let us make this cemetery eternal, and this love forever.”