You touch the inner core of my soul.

A volcano erupting magna to transform the past.

The heat is intense, and navigating aids have stopped working.

The energy is vast and it blinds my vision.

Love is forgotten, and a fight is engulfed.

Oh dear love, will the tremors of power end our abysm,

 Or silence and calmness will soon settle,

 Or love will revive and engage onto a new harmony?

Let the sky guides the winds to embrace our souls.

Let the birds bring music along the journey of our lives.

Where is the touch that can transform our souls into sweet core?