It has always been me and you and the tide,
All my thoughts and truths to hide;
tugged between the line that divides,
the sad still and the forever mad;
This moment I decide,
weather to be the wave or the sand;
As the vast sky sang its sleeping lullabies,
I woke up with million hanging eyes;
I watched them beckon me to their foreign land
So I left thorny black roses behind,
their dark secrets poisonous to my gentle heart;
I once exposed my hells and heavens,
the one I shared with my only treasure;
I exposed them to various unsuitable figures,
and never had I felt more unsettled,
And so I swore,
to vigorously guard what I preciously bore,
and only reveal it to my other soul;
So, dear pure soul,
sing for me,
cry for me,
laugh for me,
dance for me,
rage for me,
and pull me to your white world;
Rain down on me, your sparkling white roses,
let me swim between its endless soft petals,
intoxicate me with the scent of it all,
spin me around until I become whole under its cover;
And I shall eternally remain, regardless of sand or wave,
a single black rose, in the field of all your white roses
I don't like to think I'm gullible or naive, but I have a patient tendency to give others the benefit of the doubt; to trust them with pieces of myself. So, I end up with hurt in my heart when I'm eventually betrayed or maybe when my romantic idea of a person shatters.
This poem is dedicated to my lover, and to anyone who has that one person whom they can rely on. The one they turn to to feel safe in in an embrace. It is dedicated to the ones who untie all the confusion one feels in their hurt, the goodness and badness clearly identified, the line clearly defined.
In gratefulness, I, we, will be eternally yours! For you bring warmth and solace to our world.