True Love A Methphore

I breathe in your fragrance and it becomes nostalgic
like a myth from a story book,I will bottle and bury it deep within my heart forever.
Unmistakably,undeniably,undoubtedly
I love you,
And as such is beyond contestation!
 
As if a prophecy of Ill-fated love had been foretold to me,
I drop down to my knees helpless and begin to weep.
I know you are leaving me,
as many before you have done,
never to return until you are lifeless,
until your body lay dead at my feet...
I whisper into his ear softly do not forget me...
 
I reach for him and tell him to take this,
take it and keep it safe!
I place something wet into his outstretched hand.
 
Now frightened and lost for words,
he looks at me and wonders for a moment,
not knowing why he starts to cry,
streaks of fear now scar his cheek,
he wipes his face and tells me to come to him,
I go to him to ease his pain.
 
Innocently he uncurls his fingers and looks down to find,
A blood-filled stain in the palm of his hand,
he looks at me once more as if to say,
I understand,I understand you my love,
Forever and always...
 
 
Solemnly, lovingly and with great pain
I return his gaze with a wry grin and say,
you have been granted the greatest gift of all,
a piece of my heart, for all of eternity.
Remember me my love,
remember me always...
 
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