This Love

If I bloom not in this love of ours, May it be that I die from it, Paining and suffering As one lost in a desert would Scarred by the sun during the day And all icy by night! I seek you As leaves seek the freshness of dew Early at dawn I seek you As the poetess who needs your essence Merely to keep on living! I seek you, As would humans seek their God In moments of deep agony Or discomfort! Pray, I remain yours to break into pieces I remain yours to torture Yours, to paint, on the canvas of your bed As you would have me bleed Of that purity which I have kept for you As it was willed by the skies themselves! I remain in love Even if I am shredded into pieces I remain in love Pining, patient in my pain For your healing over me!