This was a soul of soleless sorrow. A heart of blameless pain. I called your name, you came to be! I held your hands, they were cold. You then spoke of your heart’s plea, I was then relieved! Our melody was that of love and we felt its pain. I looked deep in your eyes, and watched your tear drops. I knew this was a flow of faith and one full of attention and tenderness. I touched your body, it was hot; hot in a cold winter full of ice! I brushed your long hair, they were straight and soft; upon it, I could feel your heart beat; one full of fear and uncertain if love could be.
Be was the magic word in the beginning. When I told you it shall be, your eyes went bright opened again and they turned blue. I called on my ancestors and asked: what is this plight that hath befallen my path?!
I wasn't prepared when love came my way; for I now see a lady before me with her eyes full of tears and her heart covered with love, waiting for her heart’s desire and beloved. It was my destiny to tread her path, but a wayfarer of my type has no halt. It was a path patience and perseverance I chose, and I saw it wise to tarry.
The path of love and desire has no end nor beginning. “Tarry no longer" for time consumes faith and faith consumes pain” Her heart's beat ceased as we first kissed, and her eyes dried opened full of awareness and assurance. This time, again, I was made two. I knew not the teachings and dictates of love, and became the object of it’s captivity. Please, tell me what to do when your heart seeks attention. Tell me what to say when you feel love is not around you. Or tell me what to use to dry your eyes when tears and sorrow befall them. For I know I was once made a child, and my imperfections and hidden essence concealed before me. This childhood shall for long remain in me, but I seek to grow old from them.
©icharlos
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