This is the only time when I see you at peace,
the rest of your life is a constant battle
challenging everything, yourself most of all.
And me?
I'm drawn in, drawn along
I don't remember when it started
only that you swept over me like a wave
and sometimes I'm afraid I'll drown.

I want so much to touch you now
but that would wake you, steal the moment
so I lie here, torn down the middle.
I was always so proud of being self-reliant
but you take that--no, you make me throw it away--
make me want to fall at your feet and adore you--
and here I thought I loved you 
long before you ever came back.

That was only a dream of love. 
This, this is the truth of it.

   You don't ask me to surrender, you demand it. 
  But when I do give in, you set me free.
  You provoke me, then soothe my anger
  with that cruel and wonderful tenderness
  you show to no one else.
  Constantly surprising me, finding new ways 
  to annoy me, to delight me,
  to TAKE delight in me...

  they say the brightest flowers 
  have the sharpest thorns;
  they say too, don't give your heart 
  to the wild things.

  Too late for me--
  not just heart, but soul, given--
  and you wound me so deep--

  Please Kami, I'll never heal.
 
Poem by MiraiBulma/Art by Celine
 
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