29/9/16 A love poem about sacrifice and devotion... and being a standard bearer
I would write your face here,
right here, right now,
where I can see you.
I want to capture
every crevice in the skin on your cheeks,
every furrow in your brow
measured and defined and documented,
right here, right now.
I would write your beauty,
I would write it every day of my life,
in my blood, on my own skin...
I would paint you on me,
carve you into my surfaces,
so that every single person
who ever gazed upon me
would know you instantly, irrevocably,
as do I.
I would write your soul on mine,
in mine, in my words, in yours,
in the anguish and love on your face.
I would scream it, silently, in text,
captured here for eternity,
so that every mind which absorbs these words
would echo with the force of my will,
every soul would feel my love for you.