My
Love,
Here
is a barren island with two equally red mountains grieving; its hot lava gushes
with horrible wails and overflows the desert till it sinks in a devastated
fury. I stand as that wild wasteland, though these tears run silent, it is my
spirit who clamors, awakened for the first time and weeps for you. My
erupt-eyes: duel rivers of swollen shame and my face: a chaos of burning
regret. I am drowned in a sea of sorrow–it possesses no bottom.
My
Love,
I’ve
abandoned you for another. While I desperately chased after affection, I did
not know you were patiently waiting. These long years, I left you to dwell
alone and disregard our wonderful struggles. My complete passion I confide in
another. Because our relationship was in its infancy, I did not care: to stay,
to understand you, to learn how sacred you truly are. I was naive and yearned
for greater love and excitement.
When
all is gone: I remember–I have been happy; I have been loved. It was with you,
whose sweet grace is beauty that is forever; it defies time and like the
heavens is unparalleled. Your love is the only love that can never be found,
not even in the sum of all loveliest persons. No romantic man can emulate even
the slightly fraction of you.
My
love,
Today,
I come before you once again. Your delighted arms stretch out and so easily
forgive me. The sad crime I’ve committed deserves no compassion but sufferings
to endure. There are many wanderers as myself. None among themselves know there
is no love more devotional and tender as that of, “mother,” and “father.”
Therefore, by these sincerest hearts and eternal love, you are my “True Love.”
What
terror it is, to awake after “True Love,” has passed.
