A Tale Of Romantic Love Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

A Tale Of Romantic Love

I, that would wait for you tonight and for the two of us,
Can hide with the idle darkness,
the blackest of the night,
Where nothing secret is kept from stars or the lonely strangers,

We two, could pretend its just a common succulence,
For a famished body and the body worship of the pagan Gods.
Thebaptism of the holy rites,
A pavillon of waving flags for an end of virginity,

But actually it is marching of troops,
The changing of the guards in the destiny of peoples,
The changing of a landscape,
From the arid desserts to the fertile lands for agriculture,

It is the slow burning heat from a warming kettle promising cups of pouring liquids, teas or coffee for araising morningor a midnight snack,
Much more than a warm blanket of warm skins on an icy night,

It is the tragedy of concepts,
Where everything born must come from a hole and a needle,

Where every fabrics of life must be woven with imaginations and mismatched patterns,

Attractive colors and creative handiworks to create a beautiful soul.
A beautiful tale of a romantic love.