Love Is Eternal

July 17, 2013

As my vision begins to blur I notice the imperfections in my

surroundings. The voices inside my head begin to drain those on the

outside holding the ignorance captive. Now I mumble and only here the

whispers of myself. The war of my breath against the wind triggers the

the throbbing of a pulsating heart. My nerves with inviting arms wrap

around a cloud of innocence. Who am I to judge the weight of the world

when I myself have left a burden to be carried. Who am I to look beyond

the wonders of life? Who am I to question the question of doubt? I am no

one. I am nothing. Nothing but a body filled with thick layers of

memory know in my histories of sacrifice there will be futures of

hope. I know that in my fields of growing curiosity there is a path

leading to vast oceans of confusion. This path I am creating is full of

mystery yet reads few words of certainty. Secretly I look past the

cracks on the surface and come to find that you, are my weakness. You are

the melting ambition dripping through the tough phases of my days. I

struggle to stand when your only purpose seems to make me fragile. I

struggle to speak as my stomach ties into knots when your smile

imprisons my sanity. Above my loss of words and the fear of my pain is

an image of you. A living organism who I have come to love. An organism

whose power is stronger than that of any other. With the slightest touch

you can weaken my knees. With the slightest of a kiss the force you once

took away is once again restored. Only you can grant me a universe of

satisfaction. Only you can sponsor the support I need for a stable

mentality. But only you can push my guilt to shame. Oblivious to my past I

am eaten alive by the empty space left for you to fill. When both our

bodies touch our worlds collide into one. I am afraid that this privilege

of having you beside me will later become a quality of life in which I

need to survive. Strongly I vow to the demons of love and pray that you

will accept the challenge of keeping me alive. Guilt or not, I am asking

be beside you. After all, one can be forgiven, but never forgotten.

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