Mar 2012
If I wrote about my love for you,
It would take 7 years
and 7 volumes to put it altogether.
I could write forever,
And not be done,
Because thats how strong my love is for you,
Immortal and unending.
How could it not be immortal and unending,
You were,
In every way,
My first love.
Penning down my love for you,
Is everything I have ever wanted to do,
And so I do it,
Hoping for some sort of profit,
Knowing that no good can come from this,
Until I tell you this and try not to hiss.
I know that you know that I loved you,
Does that even make sense?
I mean,
I do love you.
So I try to fit this love into a book,
And it would not stop at page one hundred and twenty,
It just went on and on.
Not knowing what to do,
I fell even more in love with you,
Regretted nothing in this time.
I guess I hoped and hoped for some sort of recourse,
But its okay.
People always say,
If you love someone so much, be willing to let them go if it makes them happy.
But what if,
I am not willing?
Until I get a chance to be happy myself,
And what if,
That happiness stems forth
from being with someone I love so much.
So I sit by this tree,
I sit and wait,
Penning this rant on paper,
Staining it with my tears of 7 years of love.
Seven thousand teardrops later,
I cannot think no more,
So I close this book for now,
Volume 7 of my immortal love.
So I will continue to write,
As long as there is love in my heart for you,
As long as you are there in my life for me and with me,
I will write and there will be volumes!
There will be poems!
All to tell you only one thing that I could not tell you with my own lips.
But I will hide them away from you,
Knowing you will not hunt down my poems,
My sonnets,
My vilanelles,
My free verse,
My prose,
If you do,
I pray you do not decipher them
And learn the truth behind them
They will bring shame to me,
Because I did not have it in me,
To tell it to your face,
What I have written in my words.
So pray be,
Leave them alone,
And if you do decipher these,
I leave it entirely to you.
These volumes and years of my love,
they exist to tell you,
That I.Love.You.
It would take 7 years
and 7 volumes to put it altogether.
I could write forever,
And not be done,
Because thats how strong my love is for you,
Immortal and unending.
How could it not be immortal and unending,
You were,
In every way,
My first love.
Penning down my love for you,
Is everything I have ever wanted to do,
And so I do it,
Hoping for some sort of profit,
Knowing that no good can come from this,
Until I tell you this and try not to hiss.
I know that you know that I loved you,
Does that even make sense?
I mean,
I do love you.
So I try to fit this love into a book,
And it would not stop at page one hundred and twenty,
It just went on and on.
Not knowing what to do,
I fell even more in love with you,
Regretted nothing in this time.
I guess I hoped and hoped for some sort of recourse,
But its okay.
People always say,
If you love someone so much, be willing to let them go if it makes them happy.
But what if,
I am not willing?
Until I get a chance to be happy myself,
And what if,
That happiness stems forth
from being with someone I love so much.
So I sit by this tree,
I sit and wait,
Penning this rant on paper,
Staining it with my tears of 7 years of love.
Seven thousand teardrops later,
I cannot think no more,
So I close this book for now,
Volume 7 of my immortal love.
So I will continue to write,
As long as there is love in my heart for you,
As long as you are there in my life for me and with me,
I will write and there will be volumes!
There will be poems!
All to tell you only one thing that I could not tell you with my own lips.
But I will hide them away from you,
Knowing you will not hunt down my poems,
My sonnets,
My vilanelles,
My free verse,
My prose,
If you do,
I pray you do not decipher them
And learn the truth behind them
They will bring shame to me,
Because I did not have it in me,
To tell it to your face,
What I have written in my words.
So pray be,
Leave them alone,
And if you do decipher these,
I leave it entirely to you.
These volumes and years of my love,
they exist to tell you,
That I.Love.You.
