Of Love They Died
The spirits begged and told me one day, yes... Those... The passed away...
In clairvoyance... In spiritual canalization... In spirit possession time...
To tell those who are still alive how much they love them in goodness or bad...
A father saved his daughter from being run over by a car but he died instead...
A daughter died giving her father in coma her organs so that he would continue to live...
A son died saving her mother from some vandals who wanted to kill her...
A mother prefered to die herself but that her son could be born in the end....
A wife committed suicide because she couldn’t bear to be without her husband who died in disease, in sickness, in pain...
And a husband died alive of sadness while alone seeing his wife die by suicide after reading the false letter of his death in battle, in combat...
For all of them, all those... Who lived for love and died for love....
I did tell who much they love them...
And the world knows, as do the spirits who told me...
Just as the angry embers of the fire know crying, the sobbing whistles of the wind, the waves of the ocean in lament, the crying rain falls on the earth in grief, beautiful tears of the moon weeping... Reflecting the frustrated sun hiding by others unwise misunderstandings and setting for a ferocious perpetual cry in the eternal cosmical existence of the always sky grievance... The nature spirits sorrow for the longing and fullfilment of my will, of my love!...
They tell me... That I have lived of love and that of love they lived and that of love I have died... Yet my and their love is not dead, my and their love is still, our love is undead...
It revives me every day and every life, that I live and die of love wise...
Keeps us alive only the memory... And our ancestors live in us!
And I remember you my beloved...
For you I mourn everyday of my life... Here or there, no matter the place...
For you I am always in duel, in luto... Forevermore, so sad, so unwell...
For you I live, you are my reason, my strenght, my happy memorial...
In your honor, in your name, in your memory...
If I die, if you love me... Revive me with your love my sweet woman...
They say... Revive me with your love my sweet man...
Revive me... Literally... My fine lady... If you can...
And If you want.. If is your desire... When you die...
I will revive you too... Someway..
And somehow we could live together
Always without being both able to die again...
by any means I will always remember, I will never forget...
You will always be alive in my mind, in my self, in my heart, in my rest...
I love you forever my dear... My beloved, my sweet loyal baby gal...
Thank you so much... You are always welcome in my arms...
For you I die and you dont know how much I love you my child...
Grief is the price we pay for love. - Queen Elizabeth II
