To A

I have seen the anguish forever growing in your subconcious. 

In your soul. 

But you who has suffered so greatly, 

Will find happiness, Will find satisfaction. 

In love. 

For the weight that you carry, 

is not anger. Or hate. 

It is love. 

Under that massive burden of anguish, 

Hides love. 

It has long lingered there, silently. 

William B Yeats once wrote, "Resist much, obey little". 

And I believe, this was the motto in which you lived your life. 

For In truth, 

you were ignorant. 

Living your life in anguish. 

Leading an angry, ignorant life for so many years. 

Also, in truth, you were scared. 

For your life, as well as the world's life, is round. 

We are stuck on and endless wheel of life and death, 

in which you bared witness to your entire life. 

Until you went, and ruptured that pattern, and broke that wheel. 

You broke that pattern because you believed, as Lucien Karr onced belived, 

that it was your duty to break the law. 

And so you did. 

I can recollect hundreads of glorious night-times with you, 

in which we had our own endless pattern. 

Two bodies, 

Two souls, 

Coming together as one. 

Hands, touching burning flesh. 

Skin trembling in the darkness. 

Your soul shone so brightly in the moonlight; 

Your smile radiating my life. 

When you love something, 

It becomes a part of who you are forever. 

If you attempt to rid of it, 

It will only circle back. 

Or, 

It will destroy every atom of your being. 

But now, my dearest love, are back on that never ending wheel of life and death. 

Except this time, 

You no longer just bare witness to it, 

You

Are a part of it.