by Marites Avisado-Responte

I love you…

Beloved, how will I say this

If this confession 
will lead me to question

The lost intentions 
are upon my back,

regret I could not depart.

I love you…

even when the blue sky is inviting storms

The raging rain has the sweetest drop

upon my barest norms.

Its touch has the toughest delight

beyond I could hold tight

When nothing is left, I know

but the curse, I must endure.

In my sensibilities,

Your love has drowned me

to forget the songs of sadness

Like the restored rhythm of steps

guiding my lost, forgotten liberties

Where I must stay still, renewed

by my defeated hostilities.

Beloved, I love you…

Even if it means I am the shadow of your rays

or the echoes of your voice

This I won’t trade

for any treasure I adore

Even if it means, I have no name

to be remembered.

“For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point.” ~mtg