a poem I made for you

I will always love you, for all eternity.

Recently, I asked above for some ways to love,

for some reasons to still believe,

that to be happy is somewhat I can quiet achieve.

But then, I got no mere hints nor clues,

therefore, it leads to another cause of blues. 

Fear started to linger the innocent sight of night,

how I wish this shall be a fight,

same other small funny fight,

which I can get through despite.  

I was wrong. This “fight” crumbles the heart,

tears it every single piece apart.

Tell me, how do I start sharing a story,

of a man I want to never set free? 

I was right. Someone like you, is someone I am lucky to have.

Too bad, these empty noises refrained me from knowing that.

Had I been given a chance to foresee how it kills when you’re not with me,

I would save us both with a guarantee to live this world with so much glee. 

If only stars can speak just as much as they spark, 

I would beg them to leave a mark,

and take you away from all the pain.

But love, I can only love you in the dark.