Journey Ends 3 Poem by Barnabas Markus Atsen

Nearer I come,
closer I come.
To your love I come,
in your arms I fall.
Love to me;
is a gentle breathe from your heart,
When the feeling only compliments you;
is when my heart pumps your presence,
In your absence;
is the braveness of your heart,
To love the unlovable me.
'my love, '
I call you now;
for the stranger - you, has a name,
A sweet name given by me.
in the shadows behind my eyes,
There seems to be only you.
in the shade of my heart,
The clarity of reality appears:
then I feel
The incompleteness completed,
then I feel
Butterflies flying in me;
only me!
Tell me my love;
'how do my days forgive me,
When I've suffered them searching for you? '
stay, and you pay nothing for love;
Trip no further my love;
wandering starts in loves' separation,
Journey ends
in loves' meeting.