Love's Longing

The longing for beloved, like a moth longing for flame, extinguishing it's own fire, admiring it's own pain, with the bejeweled beauty of stars and moonlight     I find you engulfed in the scent of my unforgiving plight. The damage your absence did has never been aided, the scars I have been carrying have never faded. Your body might be aligned with roses and dust but I'm still holding onto the blade of proses and lust. The deeper it cut, the better it turn me into pieces, for a poor, vulnerable, tortured soul, only left in traces. Since centuries, conspiracies against you have allied with dove, agony, misery, calvary, woe, curse, they say, but I opt for love.