oh, to grow old with you
and be yours until god bids me.
dying in your arms
is a rebirth,
an immortalisation of our love,
proof that we indeed are soulmates.
my fingers woven through yours,
my head on your chest,
our bodies against each other
under a cocoon of blankets, of love
where we wove precious silk,
threads of tenderness
strands of sincerity
filaments of fondness.
yet, I fear and dread.
because eventually, for the silk to survive,
the silkworm has to die.
BIOGRAPHY: Nielina Babajee is an aspiring author, and self-proclaimed bookworm. She is a student
in the utopic island of Mauritius. She enjoys writing in her free time; it is an escapism from the
maddening world, an opportunity to pour her heart out. She has never published her writings; this is the first step in what appears to be a lifelong — and hopefully, successful — journey.