Love


Search not for me with your tears,
I am no more in the light of the days,
nor in the shadows of the night
do not weep your heart for over a million days,
nor chain your soul with the saddest thorn,
I gleam with Angels up high,
Surrounded by roses beaming with sunlight.

I am gone into the memories of wonders,
where winds leaps for joy,
where butterflies caresses the lips of the rain,
I have gone into the city of Paradise
where Heaven bliss clothes my spirit.

Smile! For in ripened time,
we shall meet in Heaven's glory,
and dance in God's summer grace,
where we would count diamond stars in our hands.

I gleam with Angels up high,
I am gone into the memories of wonders,
I am alive in the city of Paradise,
I live where Heaven bliss clothes my spirit.

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