How could I burn letters, scented with your essence?
Letters steeped in love, how could I set them ablaze?
Those penned by your hand, how could I destroy them?
Those I sheltered from the world's judging gaze,
Clutched to my heart for an age, a sacred embrace,
A faith, a creed, my very days they did grace.
How could I burn letters, scented with your essence?
Each word, I knew as water, pure and free,
Each message, a spoken echo, ringing in me,
Treasured, like relics, of a time meant to be.
How could I burn letters, scented with your essence?
Hidden from the world's eye, your words were spun,
Years devoted to my name, one by one,
Written in daylight, or when the night had begun.
How could I burn letters, scented with your essence?
Letters steeped in love, how could I set them ablaze?
Those penned by your hand, how could I destroy them?
Today, your letters, I have surrendered to the Ganges,
Today, your letters, I have offered to the flowing river's ranges,
I have set fire in water, a paradox that now arranges.
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