I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you–
I love you harder than this heart of mine can beat.
I love you farther than these hands of mine can reach.
I love you longer than these bones of mine will last.
Perhaps, in some other world,
where the horizons are wider than ours,
where the oceans are deeper and the stars are brighter,
Perhaps this other world can encompass this love of mine,
but dear heart, all I have here are
five inadequate fingers to caress you with and
four inadequate limbs to hold you with and
three inadequate words to comfort you with and
two inadequate lips to kiss you with and
one inadequate life to love you with.
They say, dear heart, that Love is an unstoppable force,
and I believe them.
I do.
It’s just that I’m also learning, day by slow day,
that there are more immovable objects than I ever thought existed.
I cannot love you into safety.
I cannot love away the nightmares that haunt your midnight sleep.
I cannot love together the pieces of you that they broke apart.
I cannot love us back to the past where the skies were rosier and your smiles were brighter.
I cannot love us into a future where I can promise you you will never be hurt again.
I cannot love you back from Misery’s grasping fingers and Death’s cold hands.
I cannot even, dear heart,
no matter how hard my heart longs and my breath shudders,
I cannot love us into a quiet grave where we can rest,
side by side
at last at peace
together
But dear heart, I promise you this:
I will try.
I will try until my last gasping breath
and my last pounding heartbeat
and my last trembling step
and my last whimpering prayer.
I will try, dear heart,
until we reach a quiet grave where we can rest,
side by side
at last at peace
together.
If I cannot win against the world, dear heart,
then by God,
I will not let them win against me, either.
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