Existential travel diary...
Your love
I feel it running through my veins,
Your love, my love, fills my soul.
I feel it shouting with every heart beat,
Your love, my love, haunts my nights.
I feel it burning with every tear running down,
Your love, my love, is my only love, the love that writes the words,
That makes me take these steps,
That shines in my days and illuminates my nights.
My love, how can I describe you, to those who ask me?
The sea caresses your golden body, from North to South,
The high trees of Golan draw curls of hair falling majestically on your shoulders,
The scars left by the wall run over your skin. Come, come in my arms, I will be your shelter.
The vampires want to suck your precious blood. Here, take, take mine, I will never let them hurt you.
The torturers want to tear you apart. Here, here we are, standing in front of you, we will never let them take you away.
My love, your love we will never forget, we will never cheapen, never ever, for it is the gist of our lives.
My love, that’s how I love,
For your love is my shield and my sword.
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