Somewhere in Jordan, a part of my soul rests.
I found refuge in a place so foreign and exotic.
Captured by a replica of Aphrodite or maybe Cleopatra.
My heart still longs for what could have been, had it remained in Jordan.
The Dead Sea was where my rested soul was last seen, floating around with no possibility of sinking and drowning.
As incomplete as my words are,
So my decisions are,
As incomplete as our relationship was,
So did I wish all your relationships to be like ‘til I find my way floating back into the Jordan again.
But your heart was as hard as rock, even Joshua cannot make the walls of your heart towards me crumble.
‘lam le ! PETRA