Fore'er To Love
Fore’er
To Love
He
asks me if I’ll be his wife;
He
says he loves me – that I’m his dear.
I
should be glad! And yet a knife
Of
ice has pierced my heart with fear.
“How
long shall last this passionate care?”
I
ask, to which he says, “Fore’er.”
Fore’er
– I’ve heard that word before;
Heard
that promise – been deceived.
A
blade had split me to my core:
I
was betrayed – and how I grieved!
“Fore’er
is not a thing,” say I.
He
whispers: “Fore’er, or I’ll die.”
“Die?
How so?” I counter swiftly
What
can he mean? A hope is lit
Within
my heart – it beats so quickly!
I
see a chance by Fate is writ.
“Die,”
says he, all while his eyes
Long
for me, “As the consumed dies.”
“Consumed,”
I murmur, and from this word
I
draw a thought: an idea to prove -
If
he true means as I have heard -
A
chance to try this ever-love.
“Then
this,” say I, “Shall test forever.”
I
hold out in my hand a feather.
He
looks confusedly at it,
I
know he thinks it is a game,
Yet
moments later and ‘tis lit
By
a bright and sparkling flame.
“Love
that truly lasts fore’er,”
Say
I, “Will not fear the fire.”
Up
he looks into my eyes
And
searches them to understand.
At
once I see him realize -
He
reaches out and grasps my hand.
The
flames creep slow and soft and hot
Along
his arm – but he cares not.
“Then
I’ll withstand” says he, “For you.”
And
in his eyes the flames do gleam.
I
watch. A wind doth spring and blow
The
leaping flames all around him.
What
agony it is! No shame
Is
there, then, when he screams my name.
The
desperate, broken, consumed sound
Of his voice tears my heart in twain.
The fire is binding my love ‘round!
I leap into the flame.
“I’m here!” I call, and through the storms
I find myself within his arms.
“For now and e’er,” he murmurs low.
And though all ‘bout the flames do wreath,
We two are glad – glad even though
Our flesh does burn, nor can we breath.
“For now and e’er,” I soft reply
As in each other’s arms we die.
Of his voice tears my heart in twain.
The fire is binding my love ‘round!
I leap into the flame.
“I’m here!” I call, and through the storms
I find myself within his arms.
“For now and e’er,” he murmurs low.
And though all ‘bout the flames do wreath,
We two are glad – glad even though
Our flesh does burn, nor can we breath.
“For now and e’er,” I soft reply
As in each other’s arms we die.
Yet
soon as Death has set her pangs
Within us and we’re slain together,
Upward from our burnt remains
Rises Truth – that sparking feather.
Fore’er is tested and true doth prove:
Reborn, we rise. Fore’er, we love.
Within us and we’re slain together,
Upward from our burnt remains
Rises Truth – that sparking feather.
Fore’er is tested and true doth prove:
Reborn, we rise. Fore’er, we love.
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ReplyDelete...if you had a "Like" feature , I would be spamming it right about now
THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE POEMS BY YOU EVER :DDDDDDDDDD
ReplyDelete*jumps up and cheers endlessly*
P.S. How did you find a picture that so beautifully and perfectly matches?!?!?! :OOO
DeleteHeh, that's the funny thing! I actually wrote the poem as inspired by the picture.
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