Between me and Zakarya, there's a rifle piercing the chest. Sharp as a drawn dagger in the midst of war. It pierces me with an arrow of love aimed at the heart. Implanted like a root, growing tall, scratching the sky. Touching, the beauty of love permeates a wounded heart. Between me and Zakarya, there are stars dancing joyfully. Becoming a faint light in the vast, dark night.
Sometimes I gaze sadly into his heart, making me fall into his trap, which ensnares me with a shower of bullets. Pain, sorrow torment the heart. Between me and Zakarya, in his eyes, there's a sharp weapon piercing the heart. A single drop of blood that falls is a sacrifice. As bombs thunder overhead, sweat, tears, and blood pour from him. I kiss its fragrance like a heavenly scent.
Bitter, acridness afflicts my being. Between me and Zakarya, on his lips, there's a rainbow painting the walls of my soul. A thousand spears strike, but we remain here, standing separated by obstructing steel barriers. Smiling even if the furious world disapproves. Aches, suffering strikes the weary body. Between me and Zakarya, in his chest, a pearl's gleam is hidden.
Millions of knives have tried to tear it apart, but it remains there. Shining under the light of his love. Still beautiful amidst the babbling, destructive pebbles. Though painful, wounds tremble in its cavity. Between me and Zakarya, on his face, there's a brightly shining moon. Hundreds of days have passed, he still shines softly, full of love. I still tenderly kiss him in the shelter of love, even if our embraces fall amidst malice.
Weariness, exhaustion permeates the soul. Between me and Zakarya, in our midst, there's a written destiny. The path I tread towards him is truly winding. Full of sharp, jagged thorns piercing the bone marrow. Yet there is love surging in a burning hope. I walk all the lonely and terrifying paths. To embrace him in the cradle of Almighty God's love.
Tears, sorrow flow uncontrollably, becoming loyal companions. Between me and Zakarya, sky and ocean limit us. Swimming, we paddle an endless feeling. Perhaps we'll meet at a sea dock, or on a beautiful island to unite our love together, within the embrace of the Almighty Creator's blessing. Or we'll forever suffer, separated by nature. Melancholy, grief strikes a heart shattered into pieces.
Between me and Zakarya, there's a timeless gleam of love. Millions of times I've avoided its fall, yet it forces its way through the walls of my still-wounded heart. But it's okay, I accept it with open arms, welcoming it. Faint, soft romance sways, blinding the eyes. Me and Zakarya, love and longing surge.