Death is not the end of life any more than mortality is of the soul.
My love, our joy has been marred by the unevenness of the scarred
surface on which we tread, this world of inhuman decadence.
And why not, was it not a vow to test our love on the finite level?
And throughout the test are you reeling from the scourge again, a
sensitive and fragile soul I have known you to be from the start.
Nor does it help your weeping for humanity falling on deaf ears.
Worry not, love of my heart, for soon I will severe the anchor that
has kept us stuck here, so we can move freely on, for our life and
love cannot be held within bounds.
And eternity will soon await us after this dreadful living another
life anew, which we had done countless of time, in order to reflect
from our curiosity: “How about we take flesh again and live below?”
“Darling, how much more time would you ever need to debunk the
grand deception foisted upon humanity if they have ears to hear,
but did not want to listen?”
At least our love stood true and passed the test of several lifetimes!
Marriage is a social institution. It is the source of desire parenthood.
We are reluctant towards embracing ourselves and other genders but we are still demanding for equality. Term 'equality' sounds more vulnerable now due to identity conflicts.
We judge one another in different ways depending among other things on how they look, how they sound and where they live. However we can be quite wrong because you cannot judge a book by its cover and neither can you judge a person by the kind of house they live in..