CONFESSION

Your love I can’t claim
it’s not my right
I should not beseech
that would be self-serving
one-sided
inconsiderate
with nothing
left for you
(don’t you soften your heart
it’s not worth it)

and pity from you
would be my worst affliction
for I would be tearing your heart
with my deceptive tears and pleading

you shouldn’t say
in a moment of weakness
‘  I’ll meet you half-way
   or three-quarter way’

this softening of your heart
it won’t stick
vulnerability is a trick
it would make you sick

a single drop
of dark ink
makes pure water
murky
it blemishes
its beauty
(I would rather
drink hemlock
than be
that dark ink)

no, oh no
I would never want
to make you suffer
on account of loving me

no, oh no
you do wrong
if you should sacrifice yourself
for the sake of another
out of pity or compassion

look away
look far away
as
that which is *******
is not love
you would merely destroy yourself
and regret
in perpetual imprisonment

love
must be free
free like the wind
to travel where its heart chooses
to be its own
without any boundary

its raison d’etre
is to live
to grow
to blossom
to beautify
to embrace
to cherish
to share
in the fusion and convergence
of two true hearts
as
the bow is to the violin
as
the sun to the sky
as
the moon to the night
as
the flower to the garden
as
the water to the sea
as
the song to the singer
as
the poem to the poet

that, that purity
that perfection
that miracle
that devotion
that faith
that beauty
that sublimity
which outshines
the grandeur of all eternity

ask yourself then
before you reply
do I fit
do our hearts meet?