In Love & War: Lover's Grave

 

Would you enjoy to help me 

  title my poetry? 

Or choose and bare words together? 

Might you have a few words in that 

  soul of yours, 

      for me...

Afterall hadn't we died together? 

And 40 years from now, 

  Might you be buried next to me, 

Next to each other in this world; 

Next to each other in the next. 

Won't you know long by then, 

  the magic made tangible 

In the legacy we left? 

Be it our children, 

  A Boy with Blonde hair. 

Be it simply our Love, 

 the only natural spell 

That interfaces souls in this world;

That meshes the veil 

  Between this one and the Divine. 

It is a long shot, but couldn't it be Sublime? 

Tender hearts held back, 

  in the hands of the other, 

but this round not broken 

By the separation of time. 

Love, 

  It's own tonic. 

Our Love a potion, I have never denied: 

Halted as it was, 

  By space, 

  And in time. 

In the ocean of our cosmic bond, bound eternally 

By these waters. 

These currents, 

That rhythmically call you always, 

Back to me. 

Back to me. 

So I wonder...

Will you sit, books in hand, 

 Limbs strewn across each other, 

and enjoy with me 

  what is yours? 

  What is mine! 

Can I look into you love, 

  and appreciate your eyes, 

smiling, nervous, 

And sacredly possessed 

  By me... 

by the force between us 

that bonds and ties?

Can I sweep your hair, gently away, 

  and settle in the homes of your mind? 

Can I curl up, just a nudge, 

and not settle for less in this life? 

Will you, 

  Honor me 

    When I die? 

Will you know I have written books of poetry, strewn across a decade and stages 

  Our Bond, my muse? 

Will you at least honor me, 

  for this life that I choose? 

I choose, 

To Love You.