For all the years – the losses and gains
the hurts, tears, sadness and inflicted pains.
Let it be , though in flesh you release your fire,
that in my madness you find your desire.
For all the joys, pleasures and satisfied sensuality.
For struggles won with lessons in futility
– Let it be that though you would wish to be free,
you would return , now and again – to my bosom and tranquillity
Let there be pain if it is to be, madness meantime
Let me keep faith in the pleasure sublime.
Let me see truth – for I know it is there.
Let me be blind to my torment – for his heart is not aware.
Let me suffer and thus be enlightened, to return only but goodness –
for he merits such kindness.
Do not let me hurt him – for I would want his pain to abate.
Do not let me smother him – for I would wish to emancipate.
Do not let me enrage him – for I would want only to appease.
Do not let me embitter him – for I would rekindle his trust in release.
Do not let me lose the purity in my anguish –
for above all;
I would want to be the essence of love and thus the retreat his soul, so tortured does wish.
Loving you broke my youth
in my naivety – understanding, like light poured through
In my pain my soul burst with desire,
words which heaved in locked spaces – now free
for my faith in you raged like a fire.
sadness in my stupidity is strewn –
like weeds amongst the fields half sown.
You gave me birth into the powers that be.
You gave me vision where once I could not see
and my whole in you I now pledge to combine
even when apart forever entwined