Something Intense

I yearn for something intense.

That all the sugary love songs would speak for my lost words.

That I would madly drown in bliss and agonize with every separation.

That even with the uncertainties in life, a peaceful feeling would arise.

That the dreams I kept in my hands would mirror the sketch in his palms.

That it would be a validation of my ability to selflessly love a person out of my circle.

That I would not see the world the same way before it widened within my reach.

That the mere sight of him would calm my turbulent emotions.

That I would move heaven and earth for the outpouring passion in me.

That there would be no need to forget because there would be no need to think.

That if fate would persist for it to end, my heart would mourn for years until I could feel no more.