isn't it such a peculiar thing?
to love and love with no thought of redemption.
as if life cannot live without the past, which comes to bind and embrace the future for all that it is.
if i could turn back time i'd still do it all over again.
i'd still choose love even when i know it comes with pain.
it was meant for me like he was meant to free.
there is no one such thing that can exist without his love.
if it is something that i will have to eternally feel then
i will accept it always.
it does not matter to me anymore what words he will say or what i can do to make them all stay
or see that all along i can make it worth-while.
no, it should no longer matter.
because my body is a tonne of Universes, yielding a strength such that God can only give.
it will come and ruin you for all, with no exceptions but that you will remember me too.
i don't have to forget who i love.
in this life, i have already come to a conclusion.
mine ends here, with a full stop.
but i will live on.
even if it will always be in quiet sadness or light joyfulness.
i am a part of you as the world is a part of the Universe.
my eternal is like a dirge.
let it sing in knowing - until the moment i catch upon his eyes once more.
and maybe then i'll tell him all the words i feel;
"i love you. i love you so deeply.
i cherish you.
& i am forever yours as you are forever mine."
let the birth of our Love begin here again.
when i pass into the next, we can wait another moment.
i'll recognize you.
this is a promise we made long before - in a place that calls for our breaths before we became a body.
your soul for mine.
and every single time you smile handsomely, or laugh wonderestly, & feel a deep surge of love in you - darling, that was me.
i feel with you all that you are within.
i am one with you, i am in you.
this divine calls upon our being.
i call upon you.
all the answers i ever needed comes from believing in you.
let me love, let yourself love
and goodness - we will rise with the sun, fall with the moon and crash like the tide.
are you ready?
take my hand.
i'll take you home.
- everything will be okay as long as we believe
YOU ARE READING
for me,
Poetryfor the very life God has brought upon me, for the happiness, the grief, the resentment and the anger in me, for being human; for being love.
