Selfish Love Poem by Mira Graves

In my soul’s darkness,
I found a strange warmth,
that was in all it’s aggressiveness,
welcomed deeply, thats the truth.
Life replaced what was death.
How can such gift, I embrace
when all I was is such a disgrace?

Yet as I laid wide awake,
selfish thought crossed my mind.
So I kept it safe as if it would break,
and he, my savior, stayed for my sake.
“I love you” said he, and I knew it was not fake.
How can I succeed to compensate,
he who with me wished to associate?

And so the darkness became pure white,
where I heard myself laugh with joy.
When wounded I was, he’d cry in fright,
and that which dared hurt me, he’d destroy.
Such jests filled with love I would enjoy.
How can I make a similar act,
that would make him, as me react?

Happy and save did we live.
Yet fate, jealous of or happiness became,
and so, a dangerous test she would give,
where she wished to extinguish or flame.
His love, and my death she wanted to claim.
How could I stop her plan from being composed,
when hurt he would be, if I refused?

So now, in front of danger I find myself alone,
not knowing what would hurt him less,
for nothing of my predicament does he know.
By his side I want to be, I selfishly confess,
yet in danger he would be if such thing I profess.
How can I find the right way,
that would let us together see another day?


I think of the sadness he would feel,
when his other half in lying dead.
With anger and vengeance he would deal.
But that is not the path I want him to head,
for he is strong and a lot of blood would be shed.
How can from such fate, I save him,
when even if i live or die the ending is grim?

What to do I have no clue,
either way, he will end in pain,
so as I look up to the sky so blue,
I pray that I’ll be able to see him again.
With courage I walk towards death’s train.
How can I tell him not to mourn,
when I know that his soul will be torn?

Dead in the night I wait for departure,
But I can hear I distant broken call.
I see him in danger for me venture,
and I can’t help the tears that fall,
in the safety of his arms I crawl.
How can his protectiveness and love be such,
that with no hesitation the ending he will touch?

How can I not be selfish,
when in my ear he whispers so sweetly,
words, that my fears will abolish,
words that tell me oh so discreetly,
that he, only by my side he will be contently?
And so, we both, with a smile, defeat fate,
and close our eyes, holding the hand, of our soul mate.


(I apologize if there are grammar mistakes. Please point them out so I can correct them!)