Conveyance of Commitment ~
I vow myself to you,
For you're the one I love.
The choice is yours to make,
And the future yet to come.
I hold no finer value,
Than the beating of my heart.
And I own no other strength,
Merely ability to shine bright.
All parts of me are gifts for you,
Handle them as you desire.
Love and cherish, hate, or kill me...
I'm ready for both: ice and fire.
As you are mine, I am yours,
I'll procure you all you need.
So make a choice, do not flee:
Throw me into abyss, or fly along with me.
I love you all so much,
You're trusted with my life.
My soul ardently reveals to you,
Becoming vulnerable to either silk or knife.
Whatever you resolve,
I know we'll be alright.
For we are meant to be,
Two parts of one own heart.
If you're not now prepared,
When it's meant, we'll meet again.
Thee and I shall manage our fate together...
Now, or at least in the end.
- A Poet in Attempt
~ About the Poem
In the times of our existence, we give ourselves to other living beings, piece by piece. Yet we manage to keep much to ourselves, hiding behind masks of our own making, because we're afraid of the betrayal, and we don't want to burn ourselves. And then we find one special person, or two, or three, or more, and all masks fall down, all walls come crushing to the ground, and we strip ourselves naked to the core in front of the special person who enchanted us.
There are people out there, worth the risk of being burned for. There are even some who are worthy of burning ourselves completely. And to those people, we surrender and trust them not to destroy us. They claim all parts of us and we give everything, and more, all so willingly.
Because we love them. And they are our happy ending.
And we're finally ready to risk it all, only hoping for the best.
© 2020 Ivana Divac