Eternal Cocoon

Life is a beautiful liar, where hope is a graveyard of caterpillars. Death is an ugly truth, where virgin butterflies flutter immortally. Love is the only true guide. Oh my beloved, when you hid behind a veil of metaphors, I wrote your name in the sand, with simple words, watched as the tide carried each letter to your shore, so you could build a sandcastle for my homeless heart. Then you appeared, enchanting and exotic, like the scent of a summer night under clear blue skies. I recall the day we met, confused and bemused. You used to tell me there was no such thing as forever, until your words bled like a mistress of poetry. My hands were tired from scribbling meaningless musings, until I fell in love with a poet - you gave them a purpose. My muse, who once punished me with tormenting silence, now beat against my heart to justify the majesty of your vision - ink like waterfalls began to flow upon rivers of romantic verses. As the world sleeps tonight, I'm tired from watching airplanes take off, as satanic seas keep us apart. My heart reminds me of denied treasure, but my soul believes it will kiss such riches soon. As we create our own cocoon, where devotion flourishes into an eternal union.