Jaime,
Read my dear to what you may hear
My core it beats to least synchronies
How beautiful and baronial you are to me—
Lest I am to afflict and arouse you in glee
What if I touch you, or hold you within me
Perhaps you'll dance jocosely with a smile above me;
With a smile so sweet and splendidly stellar
Even everything enkindled including my heart—
Blinding my eyes as I bear with the misery
For you my love, my only only love.
When the weather wear what we wore
Will we be why a war would wind up
Where everyone waste what only they have
Wether it's to worship their love or wade their foe
Or weasel whoever wrote those weeping words
Of waivering rights for it is only of fables—
For it is only made of lies, untrue to its' scribbles.
But think about it my lovely Jaime
These people are just stupid and naive to hear me—
Said I was an imbecile to believe that I love you.
Every night when I sleep
I'd hold my pillow and kiss it
Grinding my body against it
Thinking it was you all the time.
Every night when I close my eyes
I drifted towards a dark paradise
Where I watch your naked body
With your eyes excruciating me.
How lovely would it be when it is done with both you and me
Yet unfortunately I realize how long have you been gone—
For you were dead long ago
As I imagine you're still alive.
I thought you were meant for me
Or I was meant for you
But maybe the world does not want us to fall in love
For it would be more powerful
Than the world itself
That it was afraid to lose it's dominance—
That it was afraid if we divulge
How love can be illustrious
And how can it destroy it,
The world that I meant.
Though I thought to condone that it was what you're life would be
But still I was enraged to think how stupid I was to instill that within me,
That forgetting you would just be the way to avert myself from being tormented—
Yet still the cicatrices were glowing alike my love for you was still inside of me.
Undoubtedly soon when I die, I want to see your face
With a smile glimmering and glaring in a blaze
And with your hair so soft as silk when you gave me that lace
Smooth and velvety like how I remember your kiss.
I'll remember you Jaime
And when I marry death—
I want you to remember me
And love me, the way I've loved you.
Love,
Alec
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Poems for Apollo
PoesíaJust like Apollo and his lover, Hyacinthus, death is certain. For someone who you loved dearly doesn't mean they'll stay forever within your arms, some of them just had to feel what it is to be loved so that they can now be at rest. Like the Hyacint...
