On the Trials of Partitioned Lovers


United States
43° 44' 3.444" N, 83° 24' 1.0944" W

If I were one for praying,
If I were to supplicate the gods,
I would ask them to deliver me to you
So that I may be humbled in the presence
Of a beauty akin to that of the divine.
You are the Beatrice to my Dante,
My inspiration as I descend the realms of Hell,
My guidance to the gates of Paradise.
I would battle my way through legions of armies
If it meant i'd feel your skin against mine
And your heart beating in time with my own.
I would conquer countries with my own two hands
If that would make them worthy of touching you.
And I vow, my love, that when the day comes
For us to be united as one,
No obstacle barricading my path -
No man, mileage, army, or country,
No devil, seraph, god, or beast -
Will have enough strength to reckon with my love
And keep me from holding you.


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741