The Fires Aflame, Burning so Beautifully…
How consuming, the embers emblazoned…
Though, eerie is that flickering flame…
The Waters dreadful, oh how they separate us…
Our Nations, at war, how they keep us apart…
Deep within, I know I am not good enough for you…, however, I am unable to let go—because I love you so…
Though, you deserve better—the world and beyond; you deserve love in true, and you deserve happiness too
For what is felt, is inexplicable—it is of profoundest depth, it is so remarkably voiceless, the pained remembrance, how it so haunts mine essence in whole—my very febricity…my very soul!
The Longing… The pain so surreal…
The agony of fallen grace, the anguish of such perfection—of such beauty, one day erased…
For time is the author of suffering, and the ageless his transcriber, for what is worse than time gone by—than the pain of watching youth falter, but the profundity of age? Than the terrible pain of memories, never again, surface?