On The Hundredth

Just another two days a hundredth falls,

Though counting in agony,

So long the fact when sadden,

Time is likened ice thawed in flowing tears.

Never thought a lifetime of sisterhood,

Be severed by unwelcome submission,

For long wanted to confess to Lord,

That perhaps all are mere delusion.

Once mentioned our tales will be a fable,

That union again will be a fabrication,

Like the tale of the Lost Soul and the Lonely Bird,

Both perished under the disguise of ignorance.

Not withstanding the strong attachment,

Yearn for a beautiful fabrication,

A fable of marvelous infinite love,

Only between you and me to last.