philosophy, Poetry

A love letter

Dear,
How scandalous and embarrassing of me to anticipate for the day when I will be able to speak to you again,
when you are not supposed to exist,
when your charm is something I should easily resist!
But look how glittering you are!
Even the dawn can’t make your presence disappear!
How tempting it is to touch you,
even though it’s a common knowledge how toxic you are!
How attractive it is to pursue you,
even though it’s widely known how forbidden you are!
O Honey! O Darling!
Why mustn’t you desert my heart?
You bring death to my life,
You bring life to my death,
You bring love, you bring hate.
You bring joy, you frustrate!
You destroy, you create.
Are you even real?
How embarrassing and scandalous of me to be influenced by you so much,
Wasn’t my life already complicated enough?
No, it is pointless to accuse you!
Because I think you make my life simpler instead.
You are blood into my veins,
Air that I could breathe,
Despite your debatable actuality,
You mean,
You exist,
As if nothing else matters.

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