The story of love part

A tomb lays there 

of the love we used to have 

Sadly buried between the caves of my heart 

Are distant memories reminiscent of purple rain 

A  deceased love 

Our love passed away on that fateful day 

My sweetest love i reminsce over our moments when time would stand till and i would be lost in your translation 

Like a different language .Our love would cocoon me in the tastiest delights 

You called me your chocolate coated Hazelnut 

It quenched my thirst It satisfied my craving

A festival of coulours an explosion 

As i sit and wait for the drum

daydreams hollowed under dry salted breaths he awakens 

Expecting gratifcation

of unkept fantasies 

i lay there expecting our love to return 

Longing to find you under the intoxication of pleasure 

Where were you

But i see now

that the Perfections of our love were 

misleading

Our love died on the dresser next to my heart 

Passing my window quietly 

its ashes scattered on dry fountains 

As i pear nervously at my reflection 

Its only me in the room

My only company 

is my buried despair