Something not made “obviousâ€
But since I refer to you,
A dismal, silent vessel
Denounced by their curses and lethargic repertoire of remarks.
Crimson covered hearts, engulf
Fragments of chaotic
Or reprised intentions,
Unspoken form, dissolute of
Mental suffering.
Your true significant love in an apostle world, Aphrodite.
Incandescent luminosity,
Concealed love, provider of existence, strength
Of wishful thinking and excluder of pain.
At a solitary point I confided in you for aid
When I needed you the most.
My world deteriorates as yours became collectively faultless
And I hated him as I hated all of them.
Now, I resemble your radiant personality
Perhaps yet on an appalling day
Before I have to leave for another purpose: where
Along the side of an alone road,
You express to me solitude
And I think of stillness.
For that I show you gratitude
For I have acknowledged something, something
No one else could have uncovered for me not
Through spirited guidance, but love,
Your pain I feel by which you
Convey words.
Of grave hardship –O conjecture of grievance– lasting
Remembrance of great animosity concluding these words to be self evident.
Remember: they exist beautifully,
But can have a fatal surface in the midst of their love.
