A signature of confession,
Gratitude penned by the ink of blood,
I surrender my caprice to the parchments of my heart,
These epistles I safe in the treasury of my thoughts,
Heart's thistles hide them in gardens of quintessence,
Must I retrieve them to have me lost to their depths,
Must I shy away from them to save myself some tears,
Moments that reminisce joy and peace,
Moments that threaten trials and tribulations,
Love is a tough game,
For it harnesses no justice,
But beauty is what attracts and embodies it,
For it enshrines all that is worth it,
To battle love is to battle fascist oblivion,
To battle oblivion is to surrender to avidity
To surrender is to open Pandora's box,
To shut the open doors is to call on Hope,
And Hope, my dears, is an offspring of Love,
Hence love is the weapon that victors love,
Like dusk and dawn,
Who parent twilight,
So come what may I shall announce my love,
To my knight in shining armor,
Reining the horses of my worries,
Charioteering my grieving heart,
Cruising my very breath,
And cheering my moaning soul,
The king of my kingdom
The ruler of my reign,
This heart beats to echo yours,
This life lives to pledge yours,
Let gods be the witness to our celebration of love,
Let the world be guest to our declaration of love,
With the sky our roof,
The earth our bed,
The oceans so vast,
Our bequeathed pearls,
A gift to us from the three of fates,
FOR WHAT WE CONQUERED IS HEAVEN THROUGH HELL...
YOU ARE READING
ELYSIUM
PoesíaEver had a wonderful dream....so real that you wish it was your reality. Crystal clear film of your happy place but winds up a mirage that disappears when you start towards it... I've been there too a few times But this world is a tiny bit different...
