Suppression

Suppression.

within, an emotion so cavernous,

its roots grow through a resistant heart,

like a tree grows on a rock,

encompassing it whole ,

yet obliterating its very core.

fragmented, yet held together.

A yearning within, to speak the unsaid,

the refrained,

talks of love.

an agony, yet so sweet;

twice, thrice a missed heart beat.

what is it you hide within,

deep within those melancholic eyes?

a fear, or you misconstrue,

what damage real love can do?

how long can i suppress,

those words whose meanings grow?

defined by your existence?

i've seen your heart;

your soul, their keeper i yearn to be

not much have i to give you.

nothing material, no place, no virtue,

A link made unknown,

feeds life to the beating heart, a vessel,

from you to mine.

All i could secure, a promise,

is to break every bond, every norm,

your contentment, is mine.

Yet i suppress those devastating words.

All those, which sound so simple,

but obliterate the very bond we share.

words fail to project how much i care.

Suppression. a slow uneasy death.

transcendence of a kind,

undefined, yet, broken down,

in a four lettered word,

Love.