When I die,
Know, My Love...
The years dedicated to loving you.
They are here...
In these words and pages.
It is what I carried everyday in my heart
Since we have parted...
Blood in Poetry.
Harvest in Seed.
Everything you have always meant to me since this began,
Out of no where understood
Out of no thing
There you were,
And there, me.
Imprinted here now,
For the world to see.
Be at my ceremony.
Keep every word I wrote for you,
and take it into the next life where we will greet.
Know that I dedicated 13 years to loving you.
No rhyme or reason I ever understood.
and the longest in my history.
But here it is. For You.
One of the few I always forgave.
The only I could't peel away
Mysterious is all our love,
Dumbfounded.
Lost to it as all
Unsure if I am deluded.
Tracing impossibilities
Of True Love
Twin Flames
Divine Counterparts
Chances
and universal languages urging me.
Foolish in Love,
Yet saturated
Ever in ours
What was,
Has now become in least,
A means to get me through.
I take with you, as you walk with me through Hell.
In Spirit, and me simply loving you.
In your arms, I know where love is.
As once I received a hug or two...
But your voice and Spirt still oceanically embedded
and I know it would get me through.
Just your voice is all I need
and I request your authenticity too?
But ever more, and just in case,
That day does never come...
Be at my ceremony,
and come as
the One I Loved.
Render yours my words.
Know they belong to you.
Forgive yourself it all
Because
It had become Your Love
that got me through.
Pray on this day, and lower your head.
Know Then,
Through death and all,
It is my hand that is touching you.
Believe in it, it was true.
For I, Your Love and Friend...
I
am confessing you.
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