Be my terbenacle of exile
The foundations of my home so it never shakes
The earth rod in my building to devoid shocks
Your name embroidered on my socks
The shepherd who looks out for my flocks
If I carve my tents around the 'ecstacy' of your skin
And the tenderness of your embrace brings near the shores of peace
Then I'd say,love came to change me
I'd flee anytime I'm caught up in misery
When I'm in the grave
My bones will 'recure' at the drop of your tears
And my soul rejoicing at the 'wreath' of love
Be my shelter,the symbol of living my life
Waking up and asking if you feel the same way
Painting my pool with the colour of your degenerated love
The roads I construct will be named after you
The 'orchids' will sprout at the steps you take
A 'myriad' of stars singing your appellations in the twilights
Shelter me forever,be the escape route when the 'thunderbolts' strike
Giving thanks to 'Aphrodite' for interlacing our destinies
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