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September 8
And finally, it ended here
The story of your love
I thought its currents
Could take me
To the purest paradise
Where twilight's music
Would romance
Your moonlit lies
But then, your love
Ephemeral as mortality
Died along with your memories
For your memories only knew what I had said
And not how I had said it
Yet memories, indeed
Are my only riches
And with that
My soul knows no poverty
Lovingly I have kissed your words
Words that could defeat the very essence
Of time and space
And nothing at all could hurt me
The same way my memories do
I loved you
And how I loved you
My love doesn't end here
For it knows no end at all
It shivers
But it does not break
My love
Consistent as the truth
Could brave
The storms of apathy
And the silence of separation
Only now I find
That the sailboat of my love
Never reached your yellow shores
If only I could fly to you, my love
I'd tell you
That time could never whither
The strength of my desires
And even if you believe
That time knows nobody
I know with utmost certainty
That it sees how my love
Can never be toppled
By its gentle strain
You are another's
And with that, you are not my own
But will she ever know
That your eyes never learned
How to hate
And that your hands sweat
With the tenderness of your humility
But why oh why is it
That I belong to you
And willingly, I give myself to you
Over and over again
Oh what a pity it is
For the poor man who loves me
He will never know the countless ways
I love
For again, I love you
And I will never learn how to stop
poems ©
Ciara Mia Marasigan
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