Poetry: Freestyle For The Lovers
Ritualistic pagan holiday to pair up lovers
Hidden roots in worshipping wolves
But my Queen waters are still rushed by the Moon.
My fire sign aligned with the Sun doesn't mean we're opposite, just means perfect harmony...
So what does today mean when you know it's true meaning?
What will the day after?
Or what about the cold nights before?
I do whatever to show you I adore you yet we quantify this day because we're told to.
All those nights I carried you through the rain, open doors and pull out chairs I exclaimed my love in private because public gestures are just for show...
When I was sick and you wiped my nose, brushed my teeth you laid out my clothes, made sure our house was in order before you got home for what's a King without a castle without a Queen to sit upon the throne...
Miss me with with the chocolates, your melanin sweeter than any sugary confection, cut flowers are a symbol of death and you, you are a bearer of life.
I hope we are eternally bound by the cosmos when this is over.
And our love collides and we explode over and over again..
Today is a mere day for the forced pairing for so called lovers.
Tomorrow..well a thousand tomorrow's will tell the true story.