Oh Beloved One

I look onto you, as if you are my whole world;

I didn't know that it was control over me, that I had given you.

So now I depend on your Love, your words and your touch,

So that I could deceive myself that I am loved, wanted and cherished.

And so my torture begins... I thought I loved you, and I thought I owned you;

and you see, it was all a trick, which was only the other way round.

I don't love you neither do I own you;

and you probably don't love me, neither do you own me.

But you see, my Love, you see.. I so want you to love me and own me...

Because when you love me and you own me,

I am free from taking responsibility for myself and free from facing my worst nightmares..

And then I realise that there comes a point in time - Your generous Love itself cannot save me from me...

Will you leave me, dear beloved one, when you know how dirty I am inside?

Or will you stay to listen to what I have to express?

Will you know that I am only speaking what words would have me say,

without any intentions whatsoever to attack you at all?

But how will I know myself, if I am not attacking you at all?

How will I know if my intentions are set right?

If I knew my subconscious, then it wouldn't be called 'subconscious',

Oh beloved one, will you bear with me...

Dance with me, beloved one, dance with me...

Can we just surrender ourselves and just move with the flow..

Can we finally let down our masks, to our imperfect dance?

And then finally meet one another, without our shinning white armours?

Will I finally receive your Love when I've finally met myself?

Will I then return your Love, when I've finally loved myself?

How could I not, when I am then Love?

Only Love recognise Love, and there is surely no other way...