I have known you from afar
Often I have seen your face behind closed eyes
As the scenes I witness force darkness upon me
You are the light but silent, my woman child
Hear me well
I have a proposition for you โ yes, you
He kisses her hand and
His lips are cold, but she thinks
Maybe not for long
I want you to be my wilderness
I will explore every part of you
And
I
Want to be explored
Our souls are now
Too separate
Let us come together
We can call it destiny
Or fate
Or we can call it love
We shall take this
You and me
And shape it into us
Come my love
And take my hand
He was strong
But so was she
Trembling into eternity
The dreamers
Walked together
Hand in hand
Into the darkness
And were illumined
By the sheer distance
Your rants ARE enchanted!
Si! Gracias Memoirs. Isn’t it interesting how hyperbole somehow diminishes the blow of reality. ๐