Shall I speak of the consequence,
One, that your attention causes?
Words you utter keep me stunned,
And my heart stops upon your gazes.
I am known to have just one gift;
To feel things with intense passion
Yet it happens to consume me;
A divine fire, I cannot abandon.
In sleepless nights I sing to you
A song, however, incomplete.
On bright days I write you letters;
Ardent proses, yet bittersweet.
I am indeed burned with desire;
The consequence you must construe
If this is the damage of attention
Imagine, what your love will do.
Life’s unending conflict remains
How long shall I function with it?
The want differs from what seems best
Its outcome remain unknown yet
I have tried to devise a right path
To outdo hindrances and despair
My countless sins put me to shame
Oh, how low could I bow in prayer?
How fortunate would’ve life been
If one found both love and work
So neither one make his work, love
Nor would one make his love, work
Poor am I to divide my attention
Some for love, and some for work
All I fear is; through exhaustion,
I may just stop pursuing this quirk.
The child stretches out his healed wings
As a bird of sky, shouldn’t be Earth-bound
He feels the wind again striking his face
Rejoices at wholeness; without rebound
What he didn’t know then was, no matter
How beautiful a rose is, it still has thorns
So he begins again, seeking pastures new
Leaving behind all them deceitful dawns
So he sits in rain to drown in his thoughts
His heart is filled, with doubt and despair
He questions his rebirth, his perfect wings
Asking himself, ‘why his flight had faltered?’
She was the wind to his mighty ailerons
And he’d blister his fire, all over her sky
The oceans screamed, upon their meeting
The sun shined brighter yet moon was shy
For certain, their love was unparalleled
But maybe it was just another false dawn
He no longer loves her, or maybe he does
For love is so short, forgetting is so long
When born again of fire; ascended
He flew with passion and desire
In the midst of clouds he found her
Like a revelation, as birds conspire
She was peace, a rose, the wine
Her heart; warm, unable to hate
For she was like a summer’s day
Not gloom for him to illuminate
Love urged her to embrace the dark
So she became one with the night
He kneels to her, calls her queen
Unleashing his blaze in all his might