For Thee, My Precious, I Do Dwell Poem by Xana Mori

For Thee, my precious, I do dwell
Thy heart is mine, eternally unclosed
Love's just like an old cold well
Sometimes like doorless course.
Thou shall live by and with my love
No matter how our Fate shall turn
The Chosen one has chosen Thou
No matter do or not I burn.
I dream of him across the distance
Tearing, kneeling, weeping
Cruel purity of feelings
Overwhelming, gripping.

Thou art the summer of my heart
And now…
Wast Thou be so audacious to overcome the pain?
Or shall we bow to Misery forevermore in vain? ...