Let’s transfigure ourselves into Phoenix,
To let our endings and beginnings mix.
Let love be no longer the villain,
But our consort for ages million.
Let scars not cry for a scratch,
But rouse the survival match.
Let arguments not drift us away,
But lead to ecstasy and we sway.
Let’s love those we know little,
Have danced for long with relations brittle.
Let all that incinerated, be alive and rise,
To make us whole and spiritually wise.
Let’s break this vicious circle,
To not look back and seek reversal.