Darling. Oh, darling. Or should I call you dear?
I don't know if making you my darling is too daring.
Friendship and Love have long since gotten married,
And the concepts have become enmeshed and entangled
Until my heart is left in a mess of knots
That I will never dare to undo.
In Friendship, I see traits of Love.
In Love, I see traits of Friendship.
Both are so powerful and miraculous that they are inseparable.
The souls of both are sewn into one,
A wonderful tapestry that captures a beautiful connection,
A web of embroidery and shimmering thread.
I want to commission you to sew a spectacular world together,
But to make something together is hard work.
Love and Friendship can be fruitful, but also frightening.
Friendship cried in Love's arms in terror before the wedding
Because change and labels can lead to fall or flight.
I don't want to ask you to risk placing a label
Because I don't have the bravery in my own bones.
But I still wish to tentatively sew some sweet words,
Tender affections and touches turning into something deeper,
Sharing the spirit of Love and Friendship alike.
Maybe, somehow, with a miracle, we can get married one day
Without ever knowing what marriage means.
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Rose, Prose, Poetry
PoetryExploring topics of love, limerence, grief, and everything in between, this is a collection of 100 poems written over a year. The works both reflect inner emotions and outward connections, attempting to capture the interconnected nature of the worl...
