A Love letter For My Mistress!

Why you left me? Why you appear before me that night in the manner of most romantic nights when full moon appear all of a sudden unexpectedly to earths surprise and beats all the darkness without the need of day light or the sun.

What I have done wrong? Was my love not true? For I poured out my heart by piercing my chest apart and placed it onto your lap and you throw it away so mercilessly but “hear” for it is still calling you in severe pain.

For the heart knoweth no boundaries it will travel to you all across centuries and ages even when your dead and even when you will be in heaven it will still call the same way as it does now.

Listen! Are you dumb or deaf? That you don’t listen to my heart beat and don’t feel the touch of my hand as the same you used to do?

Why should I alone be burned at stake?

Why should I alone be murdered by our culture and traditions?

Was it possible for Greeks not to perish along with the destruction of Troy?

Was it possible for Juliet not to drink poison after the manner of Romeo?

For was it possible for Psych not fight to goddes Venus to win Cupid?

Was it possible for Apollo not let Dophne to trun herself into a tree?

Was it possible for Jasmine not to fall in love with Aladdin after knowing he was no real prince?

How dare you think you can forget me? How dare you walk away from me? How dare you became so much cruel

My memories will hunt you down to your grave and there will be regrets and nothing else in the end?

I will be waiting for you in near future like an oak tree until it’s last branch fell on ground and be dried by heat and storms will flown it away to the oceans and the tales will be made after the discovery of every broken branch of my existence

You shall suffer the same as a curse for all your life as when ever you are going to hear about the word “Love”. It will remind you of your lover and you will be in as much pain as I am now.

Eyes your eyes are majestic it has the power to wake the dead from his sleep and to spell the living to sleep like the dead deep in their graves.

Your smile is like the melody of summer air which hearkens the soul when sun is as high as it could be. Your gaze can make the stones dance. Your breaths can take away ones soul into the unknown

Your words are so sweet that the finest chef will name the sweetest dish after your manner on hearing them.

Your skin is so soft that the finest linen is jealous of its delicacy

Your lips are so delicate that the bees are worried that your lover might stop tasting honey

Your whole existence is no different then the depiction of any goddess praised in every century that I declare to whole of humanity that your shall be worshipped for such ecstasy and charm and beauty.

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