In a love once so sweet,
I never knew you would carve
a hole within my chest—
a passage for disappearance,
that you would fall from my grasp
as my heart now falls
through your absence—
the cruelest of agonies,
the bitterest of yearnings.
How sufficiently present you once were.
I would find solace in your sublime face,
though not even a fragment of speech
was ever shared between us.
Today, all that clings to me
is merely a vast emptiness
that once was a sanctuary,
filled with you until it could hold no more,
a firmament lifted by your ethereal presence
through the depths of ardent devotion.
Now I need a miracle
to reclaim my rib-shattered heart,
my soul that flew in pursuit of you
and never found its way back.
What, in God’s name, have I done,
to be repaid with the fiercest love’s torment?
How could I keep seeking you so?
What path could ever lead to you
when every path has been sealed shut?
I have grown weary, O you,
so weary that I can no longer
endure myself.
So speak no word
of who you now perceive
as a living being,
for that is but a shadow,
penning his last breaths for you,
as for me, I succumbed to pangs of passion
the very moment I fell into your sweetest love—
and even beyond the grave,
I still succumb…
I still succumb…
