Dedicated to You

How was I to be, if only but a fool

As he asked of my emotional intimacies.

How am I to conceal that which composes my every molecule?

And what am I to do when falsity is my digression?

My love, this depravity is superficially miniscule.

You must understand my source of repression,

My secrets are inexorably worth defending,

At the expense of your silent discourse of thought.

But darling, I fear no presupposed ending,

None to call for the abysmal depth of loss,

Oh, my world, I give you my every intricacy,

If only you promise to oppose all that is cruel.

My intrinsic entanglement with your being

Is the cataclysmic cause of profound healing.