The greatest tragedy would be the disappearance of your beautiful face from the index of my memories. In my blindness, I would try to find you; In desolate darkness, unceasingly, I would loudly call for you — hoping to be again in your embrace. In the darkness, I would kiss you, then gently touch the contours of your face, to rediscover your angelic beauty that escaped me and to make sure I never lose you again in the corridors of my memories. I would keep you in the depths of me in a place where there are large full bloomed roses, peaceful fuchsia rivers, flawless blue diamonds and celestial redwood trees. I would brand you upon the chambers of my heart so you could be a part of the life that flows through me and the breath that I breathe.
