Real Soulmate1 min 188 1 min 188
Sweet words mean not love
It must be like oxygen to raise to breathe succumbed to death
One unforgettable tune that mother calls
On whose chest never feels fear of death
Soul dances spontaneously as wind flows fiercely.
A beauty splendor that never loses captivates as you worth that
But here in silent zone
Nobody whistle or croon song at midnight as the serenade
Losing power of eyes here in frenzy of illusions to recognize you
Everything passes like dream of past night
And hell of fake heaven raking on cheap lay down and lie everybody for purity and integrity.
When we search agonizing truth in others it seems demeaning humiliating what worthwhile it serve you whole life.
Love is beyond mean disbelief peak of soul where someone reaches.
Really offers you rarely..