The no Titled Ulysses

Forgotten

I wrote your name on my lips using a special kind of ink- your love beloved - it is not an artefact that I had the capability of artificially manufacturing .
Dearest, I wrote your name on my lips so that I would never forget the taste of how magnanimous it is - each letter of that perfection on my flesh exalts my existence . I am in homage , my whole heart bows and my body willingly surrenders . Dearest , if there is anything I blindly embrace , it is my Orthodox love to you. Loving you eternally is now my only straight religion. I believe in the fables of Cupid and the myth of Icarus . You know , you have given me wings with which I became free but I flew high to your heart and couldn't utterly reach , the more I approach , the less I'm close. The more I advanced in immortalising you , the more you marginalised my presence until I flew high enough to fall. You were there on my degeneration -and I with my love were ignored and thus we capsized and you - you never had the slightest mercy on my sole cherishing of you. The kingdom of heaven breaks upon our love story. It has been beyond completion and my only temple in this universe was undoubtedly your unwelcoming heart.