Hope for the dead lovers

Let us pretend that we are both dead. Our souls are being reassigned to new human beings and we are supposed to never see each other again. We try to make love one last time, but we cannot for our bodies are no more. It is merely our souls that touch one another and that feels like true love, intangible, eternal and beautiful. Our souls shall be separated; they are to be born in bodies a world apart from one another. But… In secrecy, we plot a plan. I am to return with the same eyes and ears, you will return with the same eyes and nose. The spell of fate and envy will be broken the minute our eyes meet! Yes, I do mean it! I am willing to question God’s orders if it means to hold you one more time in my arms. I want to, once again, feel your warm breath against my breast and your sweet tender lips pressed against my own. And let us look at the moon as it will greet us with its brightest shine and the sea will welcome us with its calmest tide and the wind will bring us the sweetest scent from other lands and maybe from other times… And we shall be happy once again… Together… Despite all eternity.