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Love Was Always There
from the beginning
love was always there
though we may not have
seen it
or known it by name
or have not been too
familiar with its
face and body
and then i see you
and i know it is love
that i have seen in
you though you do not
know it because i
will never tell you
and i will never show
any gesture
of its affections
any terms of its
endearment
i am forbidden
by love to speak about
its other face
you have never seen it
it is the other side
of this green patch
fenced with barbed wires
and shut with steel locks
this is love's hidden silhouette
the unrecognized
angle that
most of you has seen
as ugly as
a harsh cannibal eating its
own flesh and
kind
i should have not spoken about it
as it will crash the ivory tower
of my world
the castles of my cloud
but love is always an unfolding flower
willing to yield to its own
death only to see
the light of the
sun
i should have not hinted you about it
because it is sadder than the ten sorrows
of ten widows whose husbands are
soldiers killed in the action
of a cruel domestic war
but no, i have gained the courage of my
lamentations
and so here i am muttering to myself
munching my own words
on this
unhealthy monologue.
love will always be here
but i am forbidden to say its name
and as usual
it shall be aborted and then be buried
but how can i ever forget it?
i know i can't but soon i will. i will.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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