The Book of the Dead.

We are not free.
From the moment we take our first breath, we are bound and weighed by our shell, to its needs, to its every whim.

Suffering is the art of life, and we are its painter.
Death is only a means to an end, when the masterpiece is finished.

A fresh peach picked after the morning light,
a soft rose to your face tonight,
an inviting voice calls you to love,
Come,
Be,
Wait no more,
I am here,
We are together finally,
Come dream and wish with me.

Lover come,
Know me as I know you,
Reach for me as I reach for you,
Kiss me as I kiss you,
be,
Want no more,
Miss no more,
Have me as I have you.

Even if we die, we will be born again in each other,
and when you sleep I will be your dream,
and when you eat I will be your strength,
and where you go I will follow,
a shadow by your side.

Half of you is me,
half of me is you,
the sun is your skin,
the moon is your blood,
but I am your soul,
Forevermore.


(Feel free to give this to your special someone, or to use it on your special day. - best wishes Raileus.)