Begins with...

not a poem

 

             I love you more than I love myself, more than the rising and setting Sun.  My need for your touch only sounds reasonable in biological definitions.  You are my Zahir, but I've released our & my personal history only for the reoccuring emotions to haunt me, still you refuse to leave my conscious.  I feared the day I would lose you, never wanting to be without; and now you're gone, but still in my heart, the most profound voice amongst the multifarious elements of my being... Somehow I'll have you, like I've desired you more than ever.

This is not a love letter, but a readable window to my soul,  I expose my vulnerablility so you know that my heaven exists with you, and hell is the surrounding reality......

 

Oh.... and I can never tell you this, it seems, for the rest of my life