“Ashes of love.”

That special night we engaged in meaningful connection,
The purest love, the most profound communication.
Beginnings are sensitive, thin like wire, soft as snow,
Tongue as sharp as sword, it is better to build slow;
Oh my love!, I am sorry, that night words did damage,
And my incessant, false insecurities our love did ravage.

I don’t want to lose more tears or be lost in this distance,
For I choose not to seek but to find you within my existence;
But I stare alone at my mirror now, see your beautiful reflection,
I deviate my stare, try to hide my boundless affection,
For my heart has become cold like this room, sadness is my foe,
But so intense were the emotions, ashes of love, remnants so.

Still you are kept within my deepest thoughts, we are one,
And my heart keeps the ashes of your love, you are my sun:
That memorial night you embraced me with your passionate sigh,
And every inch of your skin was the most wonderful paradise;
Layer by layer of clothing, now yours, now mine,
We made it into a game, and to you I built a shrine.

I walk away now from my mirror with these ceaseless memory,
I hold on to a few ashes of love which are sweet reverie.
If I can remember your angelic face I shall not pass away,
But my freezing heart still aches and my whole world seems gray.
And what about my emptiness and this disordered life…??
My blank poems, ill soul, the broken heart in strife…??

But I know all these are false fears meant to carry isolation,
Keep us apart, wound our love, spawn dire frustration;
So, I will come back to you and to the ashes left in your soul,
Mend broken hearts, build our spirits, give back the love I stole.
And when we are finally together we will unite the fires within,
Ashes of love, twin flames, far beyond all thought and skin.