Valentines Day Poem
Einmal ist niemals
Zweimal ist einmal
Dreimal ist immer
There is always talk of change: the impending changes in politics, mannerisms, taste, style, or love. However, the latter is seldom discussed. The change in love is a topic that deserves utmost respect and scrutiny. The melancholic change that love brings is often thwarted by one's pride; it is buried under damp soil that suffocates the truth of love. One should lean into this change and love's abrupt ending instead of fighting it. True love often involves admitting that one cannot change themselves, and hence they forgo love in consideration of their lover's agony. When a lover leaves, whether by their own volition or due to exogenous factors, we should not demand that they stay. When they ask us to change, we should consider if we can. If we cannot change and we tell them we can, then we only prolong the suffering. It is a trait of a weak person to lie to themselves in order to appease others, for it not only hurts themselves but also the ones they love.
If I leave come morning will you mourn me?
I have always wanted to be someone to thee,
But your closed heart and full head leave little room for another,
If I asked you to stay, would that be your druther?
My love for you knows no bounds,
But my ineffable and capricious soul is too profound.
My vices and transgressions done once are sure to happen again,
And in my heart of hearts I am unsure if I will be Able to amend.
I love you now and forever like the suns dying light,
If I stay you will see me at my weakest and soon forget my might.
If I walk away by dusk, will your heart chase the dawn?
In this dance of shadows, we've tread where angels fear to pawn.
Your silence speaks in volumes, a tome I cannot decipher,
Yet, if I beckon you to leave, would you see me as the lifer?
This love, a tempest, wild and free, a force that none can tether,
Yet within its eye, I find myself, lost and light as feather.
Our sins, like ghosts, may haunt our steps, a past we cannot sever,
But in the echo of our vows, I wonder if we'll ever.
I cherish you, as the moon does the night, in a silent, steadfast flight,
But if I linger, shadows cast, will you still find me bright?
For in the whispers of the wind, I sense our imminent plight,
A love so fierce, yet fragile, in the ever-encroaching night.