Feelings On Paper

Marking Destiny

I believe that everything happens for a reason,
so by default being with you is meant to be,
whether it be a lesson or long lasting love,
we are meant to be.

Truth is,
I've deciphered the universe's path for me.

Suffer,
recover,
repeat,
until I've grown enough.

The plan is intricate,
it does not falter even if I feel lost,
I am meant to feel everything,
and everything felt is right on the blueprint.

By design,
I find what I most need when I am lost,
in that haze of unknowing,
in the daze of confusion.

Through the thickest fog you came,
what I most needed when I was at my wits end, searching for a way out without direction.

My love for you was at first sight,
I never once stopped thinking of what ifs after the first time we had met,
so when our paths came across again,
it's as if my picture was completed.

Life was colorful again,
my body yearned for yours in such a tender way,
not even I could explain how it was possible to love someone without knowing them fully.

You had grown so much in such a short time,
matured through your own daze and haze,
traveling through your own fog before you found me again.

Who knew someone could embody charm and beauty so effortlessly, with such divine grace?

I want to believe you love me the same,
but it is not possible,
it truly cannot be.

Whilst you love me enough to get on your knees,
walk miles to reach me,
and fight whatever danger comes,
my love runs deeply... darker than yours.

I'd root myself to the ground above your grave to never be parted from you even after death,
I'd walk the scalding hot roads barefoot without water if it meant to see you in your glory,
and I'd kill whoever stood in my way to a future with you.

Nobody could extinguish the flame in my heart that only burns for you,
and pray to the gods if they tried,
for I'd punish them and their world without remorse.

How could anyone attempt to stand in the way of the universe's order?
You are meant to be with me forever,
as I am with you,
and by your grace,
I will make it happen.

My love,
my empyrean knight,
how will you ever forgive such sinful thoughts—
such a blasphemous frenzy of love?