Tormented lovers creeds and dogmas.

       
       
Behold! Walk with me, hold hands, and raise your voice.      
Explosives and corrosive gases may one day recognize that voice.      
Hope is lost; leaders play deaf and mute as the world makes noise.     
Citizens are no longer safe as our state man's work is to  play toys.   
Are the verses from my voice only see the worst deeds of shams?      
       
Just reminded her: I told her how I felt when I saw beauty fall apart.      
I guess she's right when she says maybe we just took things by heart.      
Life is our limiting agent; maybe we need to just play our part until we depart.      
Out of humility - currencies became our leader's freshest sweethearts.      
Ere my departure, will you remember everything I saw and said, sweetheart?      
       
I know that we both know how we think we know about each other's drama.      
I tried to write a letter, but I am still waiting on the approval and feedback from your mama.      
Remember when we knelt to pray, we will also question if it's just another moment of karma.   
Grandma used to say a true man of faith will be delivered from sagas of drama and trauma.      
Remember how lovely my grandma talked to your mama amid our karma and traumatic drama?      
       
Every ancient wise words are engraved in our soul's adobe.      
I believe the best we can do is to sacrifice what we love most.      
We owe the keys to the world because I feel the world lost hope.      
Love is jealous and blind - I have hopes that one day we will elope.      
When we elope, we revive hopes from our clan's adobe. If we do, we must just need to do it beyond its scope.    
Time is jealous, we are going broke. Just burn the rope.      
       
Wait, did you bring along the fast mail envelope?