Not every page of my fate, during my life, after my death, in all my future, in all my moments, you write her to be mine.. in all stories in the true relations of the heart's world, in all parts of life, you write his/her to be mine.. O God, whenever you make me, make me his/her..... Even if you reduce by half my joys and smiles, even if you take my life, promise me on his/her tears, his/her sadness, his/her sorrows, on every wound of his/hers, only my right remains there, always, through life.. now only this should happen, he/she should live within me, he/she should never be separated, not even for the just the sake of saying.. O God, whenever you make me, make me his/hers. #poem#