My Stella - - My Final Home Comments

Thy embrace careless or careful wilt help me cross the final bar to see my face straight.

The refusal to mundane dream that snatches me of me. Thy weak eyes and trembling breast art the source and heritage for my weary soul full of fear and hardship of living.

I will die to live the fullest and see the world in new light through thy heavy eyes, Full of care and love for which I tend to descend again and again trolling eternal blissfulness

I want to flow within the pain and pleasure of my love and rest beyond thy chest - my resurrection.

To become a single vibration with one single breath of my stella, warm and cold, To live and to die each moment to refresh

I want to live again, To relive the past and to mingle in the very present. Onto the heart of my stella

Thy weak eyes and trembling breast art the source and heritage for my weary soul full of fear and hardship of living. Thy embrace careless or careful wilt help me cross the final bar to see my face straight.

Thy embrace careless or careful wilt help me cross the final bar to see my face straight