end – Portrait of Em.

story-of-romance

Release my soul,
While murder most foul;
My blood has spilled
on the wall, dark and dull:

“Yet each man kills the thing he loves”
My death is nothing but
But the motif of i am beloved.

Release my mind
and keep me blind,
Leave me alone in the paradise
dark and dull.

Written on 13 January 2015
on linkedin group “Poetry and Literature”: A Poetry game

What is at the end of the rainbow?
“No, there isn’t an end.”
How do you know?
“There is a story about the end of the rainbow is a pot of gold.”
So you think there isn’t an end?
“I have no idea,
I have never seen a real rainbow.”

You said.

We will find one together.
I said.

I will place it round your wrist,
It is your rainbow bracelet;
I will place it on your finger,
It is our rainbow ring.

So now you know —
At the end of the rainbow,
There is nothing, but our souls.
Yet something is gonna glow,
It’s our love, which grows.

What is at the end of the rainbow?
Now we know.

Written on 7 August 2013, while I was whatsapp-ing with you.
Love will guide us there,
And I am always with you.

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