I\'ll let the Earth whisper,
Her desires to me,
For I\'ll never ignore your phantasy,
Of being entangled,
By two thorns,
In which the Elixir emanated,
Is such a manifest,
Of how three beings interact,
To represent the Trinity\'s work;
Despite the Heartless cry in silence,
After harvesting a red rose;
I have come to unite the candles,
Before the Torch flickers;
As well as to purify the sheets,
Before rituals begin;
Despite the Lover wishes,
To live in a purple church,
To learn,
How a hieroglyphic smiles;
I have come to heal statues,
From their blindness,
For they may know,
How even a stone is able,
To be turned into an altar,
If they\'re willing to give up,
Their plastic nails,
And see beyond their Own,
To realize,
There is a golden Arch,
They can go across;
So,
May my hand write a prophesy,
To fulfill your prayers!
When two bodies are truly embraced;
There is one Dove arising,
A red petal,
Through each one\'s veins!