his, hers, ours

i love myself, when i am kind/real,
as i love the rain, after the sun
has warmed me enough to burn
and glow with fervor,
enough to last until dawn,
i keep you close,
so you could live, and i could survive,
if i could survive, loving you,
then i've lived a life,
no matter if it is taken away from me,
as if it was never mine to keep,
because it's only mine,
until you leave, are gone

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we have to love ourselves in order to love others, but yes, love really is a borrowed thing...and we must enjoy it while we secure it...because often it is taken away...not ours to keep...so we must feel it with a fervor that will last past the final moments.

[highonwords]

the final moments - is that the goodbye part - for me, only death can separate the lover from the beloved - if two people truly love each other, then that love will sustain them through the end of their lives - thank you, jacob, for the lovely visit and insight :)

best to you,
steph