For Aarya

The thousand lives we have lived,
How many times did we share a bond.
Sometimes you were the husband,
I was the wife, sometimes found,
Sometimes lost. Why let it be —
a lost one in this life. When found —
We were so late, ambitions bound,
Our ideals set. Yet we colored,
A world of each other, reemerged One.
I have lost this color. But my herald
Is not a smother like before. Hon,
I see clearly, which mine must I
Bore into the depths. Through heat,
With no rest, injustice will be the earth.
Forbidden will be the path. Trust
I must that light which colored
What has become my past.

I lost a lot of people close to me at the same time,
Losing you hurts more than all others gone,
My love, the hell I have lived, drives me to do.
But it nonetheless hurts.