Warning

Every heart craves a deception;

proof, least of virtues, loyalty,

but what is seems. Every wound,

a deliverer, its scar for love inflicted.

Mensuration, blinded by light;

faith, by darkness sightless.

 

Ere you came, I sought you.

Your beacon, my shore; your tide,

my door. It is mine already, if I

need it now; what I cannot know,

I can feel somehow. Love or illusion,

this for sure is real, and will remain,

careless of every warning, forever

yours. There is no me without you.

 

Still, despite, surrender; no greater

strength to find. Destiny, granted,

ineluctable, where truth and magic

collide. True love, not for the searching,

but to those who, knowing, find. Reaching,

never grasping; holding, not to bind.

 

Ere you came, I sought you.

Your beacon, my shore; your tide,

my door. It is mine already, if I

need it now; what I cannot know,

I can feel somehow. Love or illusion,

this for sure is real, and will remain,

careless of every warning, forever

yours. There is no me without you.

 

Every confession craves a listener;

without censure, a secret place to rest.

Every poet, obsessed, a Muse; inspiration

for his verse. With only his fingertips

in the water, assured he has yet life;

confidante, champion, patroness.

 

Ere you came, I sought you.

Your beacon, my shore; your tide,

my door. It is mine already, if I

need it now; what I cannot know,

I can feel somehow. Love or illusion,

this for sure is real, and will remain,

careless of every warning, forever

yours. There is no me without you.