Mystic

I cannot fathom the ecstasy nor the pain that your being has bore into mine. It is like the bottomless pit that sinners fear when existence ends and immortality proceeds. With you, i am like a child cupping my hands hoping to catch a droplet from the grace of heaven. My love, my deepest desire. It is I who spends my slumber only dreaming of you. It is I that joins the night my being engulfed in darkness. It is you that makes everyday of my waking hour both of life and death. My mystery, my agony. Tell me, how can this cursed heart get over the spell that you have casted? Tell me, how can this drowned soul recover from the waves that you have so graciously splashed me. My love, my forever. It is I whose being will not cease to try to make your soul to twitch for me. It is you who I offer my shooting stars to. My love, my forever. My deepest desire who can never be mine, this soul departs from the mysteries of this union. This heart will seek the answers to the enigma I have kept within the portals of me for so long. I am forever indebted to the memories of you. For with you, I have unearthed the magic of shooting stars, of love and of learning how to love.