Denial

Maybe tomorrow or the next week, maybe next month or the next year;

but surely one day

I will have convinced you that our love is not forbidden ; that is merely

a white rose in a red rose garden:

Simply beautiful in all it's singularity and grandeur.

This infatuation, nothing less of a robust connection between two souls that yearn to be loved by one another,

in all its purity our love is impeccable.

Though it may carry hardships, this devotion has bore irreplaceable

memories and a million and one feelings-

that have kept my mind and soul sane;

still, the letters that I carve with ink on paper are mere eventualities for you -

you have been the inspirations of all the words I've written.

One day I would have persuaded you to take a leap of faith

into my arms for all your fears shall have to

face me before getting to you.

One day I hope on all the stars in the sky that you will grasp that our love-

is a symphony waiting to be played by two hearts that have

loved and have always loved and will never stop

loving//s.a.m//.