Lamp of the beloved memories

I opened the archaic lamp

The long forgotten treasure of mine

It used to burn with all its might

The radiant light from it, so bright

Now I come close, the fumes gush

They race, to outline the beauty of the face

The countenance resemble that of my beloved

Long gone was her memories, yet her face is a heavenly delight

The veils do divulge the radiance hidden 

My prayers are long gone, she is the only reality

My senses are numb, my lust long gone

Just the sobriety of my love keeps me awake

Neither am I hungry nor am I thirsty

Neither milk nor wine do I care for

The rememberance and the rosaries are broken

In her love I realize my existence long gone.