Heart got into trouble,
By a stranger attempt
To cross pass her boundaries.

She dressed in pure light,
Sword in hand,
Cut the cords,
Here is her statement,
Loud and clear,
To whoever needs to hear,
My face in only a reminder,
that there is a clay,
Need care and love.

I am a soul,
and I say it only once,
So listen and learn.

Eternal love
Is what I am about,
Please update your records,
I only romance God,
That is what I am about.

Leave my clay out of this,
Keep your labels and names
and let my soul stays in peace,
Where she belongs
So I can have some sleep,
Before dawn.

© Serena Devi, March 2010, Thornhill Canada