AmbitA Poem by CrowLove transcends all planes...even death.
This is our ambit,
My darling, my dear. This is a place to our hearts so so dear. A place where we hide, Away from the world. A place some may see As a netherworld. But it is our haven, So pure and so bright. For this place, my one dear, To death I will fight. This place is a spot where no one can find Not you and not me To their eyes, it's blind. This place that we rest Deep down below. A place that we stay, Through rain and through snow. As we promised before, 'Till death do us part. This place is our tomb. Through our caskets I feel your heart.
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Added on September 10, 2016 Last Updated on September 10, 2016 |

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