Mystery
To P.
I am futile of loving you
without even seeing
your handsome smiling face
without even once
melting in your embrace
without any hope
to meet you ever soon
it’s easier to reach up for the moon…
Dense feelings are exploding
in every single cell
unreasonably burning
I know…oh, well,
I have dreamed of love
so deep and complete
mystically transforming every single bit
of my being and my very soul…
And now, I know
death only can be worse
than futility of asking
am I blessed or cursed
to love you unconditionally
It’s my verdict and reward
I can’t escape, I can’t rebel
Against the universe’s plot.
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