Dear beloved,
When the hours of the day seem to be outnumbered
And in a baffling loop, I am stuck
Why is it that all day your image never leaves
As if I am some kind of a hysterical drunk?
When the sun rises above
Praising nature’s beauty
And lighting the pathway for bees
Why is it that its sight revives my sight of you?
Do you know what I hate most?
That I have no clue
When that love seems to be a sad poem
One that colonizes your heart
With that blend of emotions
Whisking sadness with anger
Pain with discomfort
And love with affection
A political war of emotions it seems
Nonetheless
I still wish you all the love in the world
A love that would heal the wounds
Which you were not capable of fathoming
I do not blame you
But you can not too
For that, I have given the best of my love
For that, I have counted the endless stars in the sky in the hope of never giving up
For that ghost of you that always haunts me
For my locked soul and yours seeming like its only key
Dear beloved,
Our hearts aligned as if the veins held hands
Dear beloved,
Your heart surrenders but mine never does.
