Beyond the veil, I cannot see;

Does his heart still beat for me?

Is mi amor forevermore?

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Día de Muertos soothes my splintered heart,

Pleading death does not keep souls apart.

I lay one rose on my lover’s grave,

A sign he’s here, I desperately crave.

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Black lines crisscross upon my lips;

Lips he once traced with tender fingertips. 

His favorite flowers adorn my hair;

Inked roses embrace on skin left bare. 

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With papel picado upon the grass;

Through its holes, his soul does pass. 

I tremble, “Mi corazón, can this be?

My heart thought you’d forsaken me.”

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“Amorcito!” he cries as our bodies entwine,

I touch his face, and he touches mine.

“Open your mind to things unknown,” he pleas,

Before a hungry kiss weakens my knees. 

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“Death did take my body from sight,

But now, see me in the twinkling star-filled night.

In your dreams, I paint pictures of the hereafter,

Where I still feel your pain and hear your laughter. 

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“Warmth is not the sun, but my embrace;

My breath is the breeze on your enchanting face.

I’m the mist in the morn that touches your skin; 

In cover of darkness, I’m the stir from within.

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“I’m in the air you breathe, you must never fear,

Watching, protecting, always near. 

Eres mi todo!” he valiantly cries, 

Kisses catch teardrops from my joyful eyes. 

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We make love atop the moon-dripped altar;

Even in death, his passion does not falter.

This night brings faith his love is true,

And when I wake, one rose is two. 

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Beyond the veil, I cannot see,

But I know his heart still beats for me.

He’s mi amor forevermore!