Words of the Broken and the Lover

Quench

Written on: February 28, 2018

The thirst cannot be quenched
until thou let me drink upon your sweet lips.
Thou's hair, ever so soft , went along with the cold win
and thy eyes ever wandering in beds of roses.
Fragrance. Passion. Love. Brave. Protective. Delicate. Vulnerable.

This night, to the fairies that dances to their rituals
under the raging light of full moon.
To the Gods, that are deciding one's fate of tomorrow.
I asked thee if I can warm your skin in this cold night and wind.

Graceful thou art as thee leads me
to the path of awakening.
Light steps and gentle smile, smooth and warm hands
yet bruised feet.
Come to me and I shall carry thee.

A maiden like thee should not sacrifice for me
for thou art more than a treasure,
more than a sentiment than one
could acquire.
Thou art a treasure among the leaves and rocks, among the shallow waters that is always there but rarely noticed.

To the nature that brings me to thee, that brings blessings to the creatures,
that flies, walks, crawl, and swim
in this world.
Our mother nature that we have wrongfully done,
I ask her and vow that if I can have your hand and a part of your heart
then there will be no day that I shall not offer a gift to her.

For thou, my dearest, is my soul
and in all my life, I am thankful that I have found thee.
And I am willing to compensate my sins
just to be worthy of thee.