So Pretty, It Hurts.

 

If silence speaks,

then let my voice

immerse in the ocean of silence, forever.

If fire is the way towards you,

then let my heart

burn until it reaches the threshold of yours.

If days pass, and we grow old,

let my coffin still feel the touch of your presence.

If the genesis of fragrance is you,

let me be the Eve,

and let the garden of heaven be our home.

The beauty you behold

ruptures the rhythm of my amygdala.

O dear,

yet in my heart you form strata

of emotions—layer upon layer.

They say love brings peace,

but you bring commotion.

As electrons revolve

around the proton

seeking stability,

my heart revolves around you

seeking your warmth.

The immense beauty you hold

could bring down

the Great Wall of China

and my existence,

could melt polar glaciers

and my heart.

It’s the beauty that brings pain—

the beauty that hurts.

You are so pretty,

so achingly pretty,

that it hurts.