My Sweet Love

The rain was heavy but she certainly didn't mind. 

As by that point her mind was very occupied. 

She was in her wedding dress weeping heavily with the rain. 

Her dress was soaked in blood as she held her dead lover in her arm. 

But the tears were not of sorrow but the tears of great joy. 

As today away from all physical bonds her lover was hers  forever. 

Nothing could take her place in his heart or nothing could make them apart. 

The promise she was bearing and the duty he was doing can make no more claim. 

As now she and her lover were not different but they were same. 

She trembled with joy as she touch his cold skin and thought only she has the right. 

There wouldn't be any misunderstanding, no distance and there wouldn't be any fight.

Nor human, or death can claim on him but only she will have the right. 

She wedded his soul and now he was only hers, with tears of joy

She whispered " you are mine, you are mine, you are mine. "