For You, Alone (Poetry Dedication)

FYA 13

The love that calls for you 

We don't hurt because we hate

We hurt because we love

And by how much it sore

Is how deep it has scarred for sure

It drew the root of its existence

Of how unstable vulnerability is

That you could only open up your deepest

To people who you trust for your lowest

And when it blurs the line of many aspects

Commitment exists like a cloud in dark landscapes

Does it remind you of old songs

Or old laughter in-between narrow bookshelves

It calls for an answer,

But it never demands,

It seeks understanding,

But it never commands

For the love that has always been living,

a string-attached on the tip of your fingers,

The only thing you're left to do is to welcome

the happiness of being the bigger one

A time spent with sincerity

is a time spent with love

and is a time spent with ease

Therefore it is a time that is worth it

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