A soldiers tale ends where you starty

My soul is pulseless Because you are not near the only thing l do to eases myself is to picture us together in the near future sometimes l wonder if it's a curse or a blessing to be truely loved by someone but never get their touch
Wíth, every beat my heart's confession
In a world that's cold, you are the last session. A soldier's tale ends where you start .
 You are the peace, the finish, my hearts chart. In verses raw l lay down my words l play my part. In my life's last page, you are the work of art
Wish you could not feel my absence, yet it weaves itself into your dreams, yet it binds us like constellations above, for even when lm far away , my love, l am into the very fabric of your love... Musandiiwale