Stuck in a love song,
Heart swollen; Beats! for the two
Yes I still want you
Tag: True love
Suited
I am flawed at the seams,
A fragile vessel attempting the impossible,
To nurture another being from inception,
Through being as imperfect as she is,
Up into a bloom,
I am unsuited for such work,
And yet no hands but my own are made for it,
Fashioned,
With creases that match the shape of her tiny form,
Worn, but more ready than any other,
A molded human clay,
By living experience,
Mother.
The Siren’s Love
She sings ever so softly
Some might call her a monster,
But she knows only love
In it’s deepest forms,
She does not wish to cause pain
To confuse
It is to love that she does obey
And she sees her love from a distance
So close,
And yet…
So she sings because she knows
This he will hear,
This may make his heart swoon,
Despite the odds that keep
Them at a distance,
The others could never understand
The feelings that a bare song evokes,
The way it makes his heart flutter up into his throat,
And this is what it’s meant to do,
Make the one you love
Too love you
But she wants love not against his wishes,
She wants his love
But not by trickery,
She wants him to fall in love
With the siren
For the very beauty
Of her, and her song
Soul Mates
Soul mates touch, make love,
Miles, years, and lifetimes apart
They are still, despite
Embodiment
In the next plane they may be together,
When things are vastly different,
When bodies have no boundaries,
And they exist as they have always suspected they should,
Outside of time and space,
They are the embodiment of pure love.
100 Love Sonnets:XVII, Pablo Nerudo
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
–Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
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