To ask me, if I miss her, is asking, if the stars miss the night, does the ocean miss the rivers that give it life?

I've seen the most beautiful flowers, but they all smell the same.

 I've seen the most beautiful places, but the winds felt the same, no matter where I go.

 Only in your presence, does the wind whisper a fragrance to the flower, a scent untold in other places.

I would recognize you in total darkness, were you mute, and I, deaf.

I would recognize you in another lifetime, in entirely different bodies, at different times.

 I would love you in all of this, till every last star in the sky burnt out into dust.

 They ask, "Do you love her to death" I said "speak of her over my grave, and watch how she brings me back to life".
Written by Sunderish (Arcto.)
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