Posted by O heart,
Restrain your thoughts—
She is far,
Yet her love sears me.
And when she is near,
Her presence burns me all the same.
Yesterday, her fragrance slipped through the air,
Brushing against you like a whispered secret.
I was reckless—I admit!
Then, in a moment of weakness,
I opened that old book,
The one with the dried flower she once touched with her lips.
Her scent struck you like a dagger,
You bled, and I ached.
Yet you rejoiced, while I wept.
O foolish heart, I warn you!
She is unraveling you,
And you, blind and willing, let it happen.
You seek solace in the memory of her arms,
In the ghost of her touch,
In the fleeting warmth of dreams.
But such treasures are illusions,
Fragile as mist at dawn.
Let’s be honest—
We are not divine,
And our love is no celestial union of angels.
No, we are but two souls, trapped in our secret garden,
Where I am Adam, she is Eve—
And you, O heart,
You are the forbidden fruit,
Wretched, sinful, doomed.
Yet still, we long for her,
Even as the world binds us in chains of its own making.
You break free, I know.
You grow wings and take flight,
Only to be pierced by the arrows of reality.
And perhaps you deserve it, dear heart,
For being so restless, so foolishly hopeful.
But what of me?
What should I do?
I have changed,
She has changed,
Yet you remain the same—
A smoldering volcano, always on the verge of eruption.
Always brimming with love,
Always making my longing infinite.
You know, my dreams have shattered before,
And I have wept.
Yes, I had tears!
But they did not extinguish the fire of love.
No—
They became oil,
Feeding the flames that consume me.
O heart,
Even if I kiss her,
Even if I hold her,
Even if I watch her smile—
Her essence never leaves.
Her presence lingers,
Like an echo trapped in the corridors of time.
If she returns, we will meet in this life.
If not, we will wait until the end.
And even if she shields us from the burning sun,
Even if her lips quench our thirst,
You, dear heart, will rejoice,
Sounding your trumpets of triumph.
But tell me, heart—
One century is not enough to quench a fire that has burned for millennia.
I want to love her beyond time itself,
Beyond the vanishing sands of existence.
Whenever she calls my name, I will return.
Again and again.
And until that day, we wait.
Together, as always.
You are happy, dear heart—
You always are when it comes to her.
But what about me?
What should I do?