When you finally see
I will have already passed through
And it will be too late
Yes, too late for you
I am old enough now yet still too young
To persist on loving you
In hopes you will stand beside me and watch
Love blossoming.
In beautiful people
In delicate remembrance
Of past heartaches and love lost
But refusing still, to desert what is rightfully yours.
I understand this is really one of God’s gifts,
One gift worthy of enjoyment.
Maybe it’s my youth
My optimism
My willingness to live by the sanctity of pure selflessness
And it is love that resides where you refuse to go
So you will never quite understand
Or even truly know
A Dead Language 