Like Black and WhiteA Poem by Ayame KurosakiLove should not be hindered by trivial qualities. Likewise it should not matter who you fall in love with because you must follow your heart. It knows what is best.Love is not what we expect it to be. It never was.
Fantasies mean nothing compared to reality.
The Heart works in mysterious ways, and yet we sit and deny, trying not to care.
Lives intertwine and merge, never to be separate again.
True Love.
Even death cannot stop it.
Light touches, whispered words.
These are sacred in this world.
A world of death and rebirth, of saviors and destroyers.
This world of Truth and Consequences.
The younger enchanted the older the moment they met.
His snow-white hair, as delicate and soft as his skin.
His smiles as bright as the sun.
He melted his iced-over heart and gave it emotions.
The Raven does not acknowledge this, or at least, he does not want to.
For this is a Sin.
It could never happen even if they wished it.
This Love cannot bloom.
He does not want the Snow to melt and be cast out from Eden,
Like Adam and Eve so many years ago.
He must remain pure for the sake of the world, his world.
Black and White are not meant to be together, but they stand side by side.
Opposites attract.
They balance each other.
They give the world Equality.
And the world gives it back.
Stars spread the feelings throughout the night sky.
Or, at least, he hopes.
He wants them back.
The times he did not have these thoughts of what it could be.
Because he knows it can’t be.
Because.
Light pours in through the Darkness.
His Light, his Darkness.
They can’t help it
Give in.
They do.
May the burn for this,
They do not care.
Caught in the moment, caught in the passion.
Let God be damned
Together they are one.
This is how it’s supposed to be
For Love always prevails.
© 2008 Ayame KurosakiAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on February 21, 2008 Last Updated on February 21, 2008 AuthorAyame KurosakiAlbuquerque, NMAboutI'm old enough to know what I want and go for it. I live in my own world most of the time but that's where my writing comes from, so I'm content. My writing buddy happens to be my cat, who loves to si.. more..Writing
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