We shall find each other,
Though I am so far away,
So far from your heart,
We shall find each other
in these times so dark in my heart,
That no light seems to shine
in the hollowness of my nature,
In these times that my eyes fail
to see even your smile,
We shall find each other.

In the darkness of our souls,
There drowns down conflict valley
of blackened dreams,
With the smudge of denial confluence,
Us and the smokescreen security,
But I shall trace you
in this fog of heart sickness,
I shall find you,
In the tops of my virulent emotions,
The infatuation of finding a string to hold,
To hold even on a leaf in stormy waters,
I shall find you.

In the pitfalls of the cold nights,
In the warmth of rekindling fire,
That I shall light to wilt the cold nights,
I shall come like wild winds of the Atlantic,
To rock your salient emotional shores,
Like the coos of the doves
Let my voice be,
Spelling your name
in lyrics of a love songs,
Chasing ghosts
that hold you from my touch every night,
Reading between the lines of my thoughts
I shall find you.

Like whirl wind in cold winter,
I will rove all paths to freckle your conscience,
So I may insult your passions,
To entangle in compassions,
They shall say I am pixilated,
But say shall sail nothing but fail.
Them who scowl on sidelines,
And they shall breath annihilated,
There say shall not drive me astray,
But all my love I shall be gentle to portray,
We shall bare ourselves on wings of time,
Sail us in our dreams and songs we will mime,
As they shall wallow in their throat swallow,
in the crevices of their freckled gossip wallow,
And their tongues smacking away itchy tastes,
Into the crevices of their freckled passions,
In the light corners of their dark hearts,
I shall crawl and wipe the dirt from our way.

So that our souls shall be clean like the path to a clear sky.

I shall stand the smudge they may smear on our path,
The dirty linen I shall stink,
I shall stand the stink of smudge,
For my taste buds shall feel nothing,
But shall feel only the sweet wafting scent
of roses in your hair,
So dark in the African gloss,
The maid of my dreams
On a chariot of roses,
I shall not repress my emotional sores,
Neither my instincts in the perfumes I know you wear,
We shall find each other in our universal fragrance,
When I stare and you there and the in surge there.

When where we know not,
Not now nor ever counts,
All is before doom comes.

We shall find each other,
In the rising suns and turbulent dawns,
In the sleepless nights and wild dreams,
In the romantic blue moons
and a board the cruise ships,
When, don't ask I am coming,
I am in the center of urge
in screwing my patience to the brinks,
I am banking on nothing
but the monsoon winds,
I am waiting with a gentleman's grin
On the balconies at the airport with flowers,
I am in the train station checking my watch for time counts,
I am impatient,
Deep in the scorch of an African sun.

I have waited,
I shall find you,
In the maze of disguising skylines,
In the infrastructure of my emotions,
I shall face you on a canvas like the Mona Lisa,
I shall find you in deepest of my imagination,
In my grip I shall hold the bitter infatuation,
and the cold heart,
I shall restrain the red light districts withhold,
Your administration
my system somberly submits upon,
I shall fulfill the craves for me that drive this urge.

The Byzantines of destiny's network upon me,
I am a man besieged with your essence,
And beyond the wildest stretch of imagination,
I lie beleaguered with the emotions
I much do trust,
They drug my conscience and I fall in love,
At no crossroads can I trace my way,
But my way
is fixed by my emotions,
Revolting to find perfection,
That I find hard to find because of the in surge
in my urge distorting my composition.

The stars have grafted destiny
of our future so I visualize,
Our days drift at an angle inclining to destiny,
Deep in the depths where no mortal no fate can find,
But only we can find each other find.

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