PERFECT LOVE...

My tortured soul is bleeding...slowly...
My corrupted heart is breathing...weakly...
My eyes remaon cold and tearless...
staring at my corpse...slightly covered by the protective leaves...
Here i stand...Frozen...Beautiful...
Finally redeemed from my human sins...
And yet,cursed...once and for all taken away from my beloved one...
My perfect love...so powerful...and above all,so real...
Being dead has absolutely no meaning to me...
I know he mas be looking everywhere to find me...
I know he will...eventually...
And then,he will cry...cry...and cry once more...till his tears become dry...
And then,he will hold my fragile body in his strong arms...
whispering my favourite fairytales...
And then,he will gently kiss me...hoping that somehow i will open those glassy eyes...
hoping that i will kiss him back...
My love is perfect...
His future sorrowness about my death is the one and only thing that makes my unhappiness grow...
I guess all i have to do now is wait for his arrival...
I guess it won't be long...
I guess he'll be terribly missing me by now...
I guess he won't forget to come visit me...
After all who knows better than him,where exactly did he left my dead body?