The silent palace.

Dried leaves rattling under my feet,
100's of yards covered with a silence,
The melody of chirps here doesn't sound sweet.
The presence of spooky howls and the absence of hoarse voices rules this heaven of time.
I walk through the huge,muddy gates of this palace.
With roses in my hands to shower you with its Beautiful fragrance.
You lay there in a deep slumber,roof made of shining marble and my poetry for you carved on it.
Your face so calm,so peaceful,as if guarded by Jesus's light.
I question my heart,that how can someone be so charming as if their first breath on this planet.
But how i curse myself that my favourite place had to be beside your grave.
Lying beside you,gazing the stars is now my favourite​ night out in a graveyard.
How i wish the words on the tombstone would have been tattooed by you on my heart.
How i wish that death would had never tore us apart.
With you I used to fear death,but every minute spent in this silent palace makes me fear life and not death.