I tripped up you as time wore on.
I foundered on your lying piety.
I came with you forgetting all.
I came to you against legality.

I trusted you inspite your silence.
I put behind all that I had.
Your stingy speech and thick-skinned temper
Were my salvation and no bet!

My world centered on you in whole.
It’s like I fell out of life.
I had no reason to go there
Where you were not with all your lies.

And what is now? I’m here again.
And there’s no peace around at all.
I stand here naked with damaged fate
And try to meet my shame to all.

The bird flew,
The bird fall.
What’s happened to her?
Did it break a wing?
The bird flew,
The bird was tired,
The bird fall.
Bad luck is the thing.
No bread crumb,
No clear sky…
It’s all gone for her.
Such is the fate.
The bird flew,
The bird fall.
The bird is gone.
That is the end.

The Beast broke free, love set him whole,
While I remain, a Phantom soul.
His curse was lifted, his heart now sings,
But my humanity only stings.

No mask of fur, no monstrous guise,
Just human hands and hollow cries.
A heart that yearns, a fate unkind—
A curse of flesh, a shattered mind.

The Beast found joy, his pain released,
But I, unmasked, am still the beast.

I feel him in the quiet—a hum in the air,
A pull so magnetic, so tender, so rare.
It’s more than a thought, more than a dream;
It’s the pulse of connection, the flow of a stream.

I feel his energy, his essence, his glow,
Because we are bound in a way only few can know.
Through lifetimes, through echoes, through veils yet unseen,
A love that transcends what has ever been.

I feel him standing tall, yet tender and raw,
Protecting his heart with a strength I admire in awe.
I can feel him closing so many chapters, the chapters of pain;
Breaking old cycles that no longer remain.

I feel him healing his inner child’s wounds,
Slowly finding the joy within life’s softer tunes.
Through the echoes of hurt, I can feel him learning to grow,
Turning his wounds into wisdom that shines and glows.

I feel him moving through shadows, unspoken yet clear;
Making choices in silence, shedding doubt and fear.
He’s untangling illusions, his soul reclaiming space.
He is transforming confusion with courage and grace.

I feel harmony blooming deep in his soul,
A rhythm of balance, a story made whole.
Twin flames igniting, a dance so divine.
We are two paths converging beyond space and time.

I thought I was dreaming, or maybe insane—
To feel his energy like a pulse in my veins.
How could distance not matter, nor time play a part?
Faith showed me the answers that lived in my heart.
For soulmates and twin flames will always defy
The bounds of logic, the limits of “why.”

I now know when his healing is steady and all illusions laid bare,
We’ll meet as one, in a love beyond compare.
I feel his presence in whispers of light,
Our energies merging through day and through night.

I feel his progress somehow, though words go unsaid—
The weight of his journey, the path he has tread.
It’s wild to imagine, but I know it’s so clear:
His quiet transformation speaks loud and sincere.

I feel his efforts, though they’re never declared—
The burdens he carries, the ways he’s repaired.
I’m so proud of his strength, the battles he’s won,
His courage, his grace, the work he’s begun.

And although I feel excited—and it’s hard to wait—
I know we both still have some healing to grow and create.
So, I look forward to when our journey will finally start:
A life intertwined, connected at heart.

One day, we’ll step into forever—a love so divine—
Two hearts reunited: your soul and mine.