You didn't do it! Every tear
you shed, a cluster of icicles
enshroud. Your kiss, pure as
water. Your arms, overworked
with guns. Your thighs, steadfast
for duty. You asked for nothing,
but my love. You were a Muslim
and I was a Christian. We were
two different worlds. Our ages did
not meet, but in the equinox of the
suns. Our backgrounds were odd to
each other. The only thing common
was love and God. I didn't abandon
you when time separated us. You were
always in me, we were one Cross.
Billows of guilt, let come to heaven!
Never will I deny you, I will drift with you
fire on fire, knees on knees, limb on limb.
Your memory is my memory in the
stone walls. Your love, my weeping
trail. God is forever! In every billow
of imperfection, in everything or nothing -
He is a cloud that comforts...
Every vein in your arm, I will remember.
And peace be with you. /for You, my love rosevoc2 on ishallwrite. august 2012 also on poemhunter.com