Cathedral of The Soul
Hidden behind my broken heart,
resides in an ethereal dwelling
The purest of all emotions
my love, and eternal devotion.
Guarded by a thousand Angels
is the spark of light that gives me life.
Perfumed by a thousand roses
hidden, unspoiled, until the day I die.
Is in this temple, that I worship the ideal
that your ungrateful kiss came to be.
As a treasure and myth transformed in me
the absolute truth I need, the reason why.
Every part of my being, will become a cathedral.
Sacred,as a humble petition to God in heaven
that your prayers will be answered still.
In spite that is not me, who holds your heart.
© 2013 Anan Celeste