Yes, I want to see for myself <br />The stern madness involved in <br />Trying the treacherous, which <br />You had done with your barefeet <br />And treaded the scorching trails <br />Of impracticable desires, the wrath <br />Of which did not thaw your honest wish. <br /> <br />Yes, I want to believe for myself <br />The magic involved in privacy of <br />The starry night that drives you out <br />Onto the porch of imagination <br />Where you watch your dreams <br />Coming alive on the darkish canvas <br />In entire variety of your intimate thoughts. <br /> <br />Yes, I want to touch for myself <br />The warm texture of virgin tears <br />Treasured in the cove of stateliness <br />That you had so copiously spilled <br />In full abandon at moments of <br />Silent grief, yet keeping <br />Your fragile heart wet with undying love. <br /> <br />Yes, I want to scar myself with <br />The decoration of your name <br />As you did without pause, and <br />Witness the beauty of unfathomable <br />Fondness which you had displayed <br />By immortalising me on the <br />Bloodied skin of your bare chest. <br /> <br />Yes, I want to feel for myself <br />The extreme pain involved in the <br />State of self hostility, which you <br />Had gone through while facing the <br />Acid rain of rejection in complete <br />Emotional nakedness that scalded <br />The skin, flesh and every inch of <br />Your tender heart which did not give up hope! ! ! ! !<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-love-you-too-9/
