exhibits an overwhelming lure
that binds me.
Your gift of understanding is the reason
time has become our friend.
The way you dance past my defences
to nurture my truths and point out hope
became the fire that drives me.
My gratitude now couples a yearning
to raise mirror to your being,
to repay your love.
But you are too busy giving
to notice me waiting for my turn.
I feel ready now,
for you to let my understanding roam free
from your control.
Allow me closer, to see.
Please let me in.
My thoughts long after the smell of sunshine
in your eyes.
A kingdom I would pay to breathe your air.
The hardest part is knowing your skin
Fragile is the essence of your name,
the soft irony of a young blossom
waving at the storm.
This invisible wall between us
is not an obstacle but a necessity
to keep you from knowing me.
The struggle I wage inside
is not for your eyes.
The hardest part is admitting
my tendency to hurt.
There are write ups that don't need much build up to touch the heart. This is an example of that. It doesn't need to swerve from "what is" because "what is" is already enough especially when said perfectly.
"Your gift of understanding is the reason
time has become our friend."
That line is just one of the few that pretty much summarizes the strength of this piece.
The way this is written reminds me of those Robert/Elizabeth Browning poem-letters from great distances of Same Heart closeness. It has that ancient-yearning feel, and the delicacy that aloneness-shared-together feels. Vulnerable, like theo said above. It is quite wonderful and classic. It makes Love seem and enduring thing, even when we all know it has fangs and barks, it makes you still want to touch it and hope you still feel something besides its bite.
this is lovely. i couldnt decide on the word, its amazing and powerful and heartwrenching to me, but most of all its sweet and tender and gentle and all together lovely. its those vulnerable vare moments that i love the most.