English Story Echoes of echoes; forbidden,

Echoes of echoes; forbidden,
Thoughts of thoughts, forsaken,
Every second of those which make me slip,
Giving me that feeling of abruptly waking up, reeling backwards with that horrific flip,
That gasp, that astonishment when the ground is being pulled from beneath my feet, I'm stunned and it's prolonged,
It's reality- this. I can't believe it.... giddy, drowning in coldness, I longed.
My heart wrenches,
Everything drenches,
And I painfully breathed, while I gave way to the forbidden.
With feelings forsaken, it's woven.

I hope you sometimes listen to my rare, hidden silence,
And its cries that fill the ambience.
You could imagine how good I am at pretence,
But not how much I dread my forsaken hesitance.
There must be a reason why I seemed to be the ignorant dame,
Maybe I was muddled under delusions when there was no one to tame.
I am sureness and I have surely been that since I banished that damned hesitance.
It'd kill me to go back even once.
I was told the forsaken should be forgotten like nightmares,
But when summoned, nightmares haunt relentlessly even when I'm on my wares,

Guilt and loneliness- they carry the weight of the seven skies and seas,
Believe me, they're the monsters I'd do anything to cease.
I'm joyous at the mercy of your love and trust, always.
And if you forsake it, without hesitation, I swear I will bleed the life out of my soul before it strays.
It's your love on which I survive,
My love and your faith which helps me revive.
I'll always be by your side, lovingly loving, as you are- you know that all along.
Just know that everything you say to me casts a spell over me; you're that strong.
You have the power to illuminate my world,
And to also take away all the light, leaving my heart engraved and whorled.

You're a blessing from Allah to me, and I pray for you every night,
Before the night alights.
We'll surely win the battle if you keep smiling at me and I'll know everything is all right,
Because without hesitance, we both stride forward to our destination, believing in the light.

P.S this is not supposed to be romantic.