And when our souls met in heaven like supernova, everything in the cosmos seemed meaningless, even ourselves. Our liberated souls were overwhelmed with such pure pa**ionate love that prostrate we fell in front of God. The culmination of love is not to have your beloved in your arms,it is you bow down to your Lord, feeling you are worth nothing, absolutely worthless, yet special from rest of the world.
So swing in a gyre like a cut-thread-kite
lose you go on the surging tide
util it pitch you to fathomless seas
where none can see
just You and me