As oceans divide our love- blessed time relieves me of my misery,
(Oh that sweet, sweet misery.)
Our love was unfertile planted in grains of sand.
Moriah my dearest,
Before- you were as of the stars and moon,
But after you, there was no sun.
Only those dark crevices and this blackened anguish that shades my memories.
My angel.
Curse the gravity that besent you from the heavens,
Then however I may not know of your presence.
And my eyes.
(Sour of dismay) for many a night betray me.
Mock me.
Now I know-
I know of this fate,
Sent to roam this salted earth, we are to die but separate deaths.
So to you I void this letter.
My lips no longer part with open words.
My tongue calloused with these unspoken discrepancies.
But lo.
I bear the deepest of my gratitude, only to you my teacher.
From wince you taught betrayal,
I learned strength,
Coward.
Sulking back into that shallow existence of yours.
But my Moriah,
Lend me that ear so that you may listen and receive this burden to place heavy upon the pair,
And for clarity I contradict myself.
Beloved Moriah,
The most purest of Impurities,
The just of unjust
My Moriah,
My dearest.