My heart many times yearn for a touch of her lips, hands… a glimpse into her mysterious eyes.
Is it my heart beatings or hers I hear in my mind while missing Her?!
Many times, time lost its touch over my soul image, and my Self feels the scent of her existence deep into my heart and senses.
My soul is lately craving for a simple touch in the reality of our soul images so many moments.
Instead of the outside world of touching, feeling and seeing Her, everything moved inside related to her existence.
Now it’s easier than ever before to feel and see Her inside.
Our souls are so close, touching each other through our heart as a shrine dedicated to divine love.
Visions of her soul image from infinite realities haunt my mind and heart, filling the vacuum space with her existence.
It’s like bouncing off our souls on the axis of time and space.
A gentle touch of her existence inside my heart… And tears start flooding the gates of the soul to the outside world.
No feelings, no pain, no sorrow… Just missing Her.
Her soul image is floating in the depths of my heart and closing eyes my whole being jumps in the ocean of love reflecting her eyes inside.
These moments are the purest reflection of the divine love cuddling our souls to the chest of its eternity.
Love becomes more than just a feeling in these instants of time, revealing the true nature of its existence. A deity that lurks deep into our hearts and souls, awaiting for aeons to kiss our feelings with its divinity.
All it’s left inside is the adoration and feeling of our existence’s nothingness blessed to be a shrine of divine love.