Solace, so laced

I.
I love a man who etched little valleys when he stretched his smiles,
A man who gives a friend to the silence of nature,
The eyes that behold painted and carved beauties,
hung on walls with sheltered edges,
A man who gives voices to the criers,
comfort to the loners,
Whose laughter sends across hearts,
And words across minds.

I love a man whose heart is bigger than his bones could bear,
Whose love he shares,
becomes the very thing he dares,
The sure embodiment he wears.

I love a man which words sometimes couldn’t express,
A love that goes beyond syntax and semantics,
Beyond heart pulsations and yearnings,
Conceptions and musings.

II.
You are my solace,
But I don’t want you to be,
For something so fragile,
bound to impermanence,
Inevitably passing with time.

Solace me find the relief from within,
The impermanence I could bear watching its end,
That when it ceases,
I ceased with it.

But solace,
I can’t confront the lonely,
The decree that abides to being my own comfort,
Alas I would long to seek refuge,
Still in something or someone.

So lace, lace with me,
Be each of our own solace,
And be of each other’s,
Laced to a coalition.

III.
So, la, ce,
The more I write it, the more I feel the word starts to lose its meaning.

Solace,
So I couldn’t love you more than I already could.
Solace,
Laying the love you deserve would stretched the whole universe.
Solace,
Certainly the existence of your being is to love and be loved.

So, la, ce,
So love.

Shazlien, 23, here to write some poems I guess
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