breaking through cement walls effortlessly.
Who told you your heart was made of stone? Even the most immovable quiver in this heat.
They swoon, they moan and melt both with anguish and ecstasy.
One was never separate from the other.
If I am anguish, then you are my ecstasy.
Encompass me.
Tonight I weep for my stubborn, sad and lonely heart.
It is painful to keep locked in, the capacity you were born to share.
I love you. I love you.
A thousand times, I cannot forget
each lover of mine forged by fire, a passion that recycles and grows only stronger
each time I mourn the loss, the thread that binds yesterday to tomorrow
in the same way I am bound to you, and you to me.
To grasp, to possess love - rather than to be possessed by it, can only merit the deepest of sorrows.