These days were sent to try us, to test our metal, to keep us one from the other. You they would have in purdah, kept in a room with bars set too close for you to squeeze through, escorted each time you go out and covered with a burqa. If they could they would police your mind and even more your heart; their hope - to starve me out of you.
For me they set a Sisyphean round with an ever larger stone to roll, explaining how it is my duty. But each day I see the dawn and think of you. But each night I tell the moon to shine on you. I fall to sleep to thoughts of you and wake to the same. You are the one threaded that runs through my day, a constant tune sung in my head, you are the reason for each footfall I make.
Doubt not my Bright Pearl, we will be one. We will seize what moments in time we can, drinking deeply of them. We will be each other's refuge and each other's respite. Our stolen moments, snatched from the jaws of adversity, will be our nectar and, in time, we will come to longer and deeper embrace.
For me they set a Sisyphean round with an ever larger stone to roll, explaining how it is my duty. But each day I see the dawn and think of you. But each night I tell the moon to shine on you. I fall to sleep to thoughts of you and wake to the same. You are the one threaded that runs through my day, a constant tune sung in my head, you are the reason for each footfall I make.
Doubt not my Bright Pearl, we will be one. We will seize what moments in time we can, drinking deeply of them. We will be each other's refuge and each other's respite. Our stolen moments, snatched from the jaws of adversity, will be our nectar and, in time, we will come to longer and deeper embrace.
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