You and me, we, started the fire: A poem 

There are no broken dreams about the sustainability of true love 

There are no mirages, illusions, smoke in the mirrors 

There are no chasms, sinkholes, abysses 

We abound on the surface of virtue 

undisturbed by the expansion or contraction of the universe  

We have never sought the titular rights to its manifestation, 

though we bore the onus of it 

Are there any entitlements when the fraud of treachery is prevalent? 

We have been prepared to forsake our rights to each other 

with the knowledge that we are eternally each other’s 

I don’t seek any reassurance despite so much hostility 

I have a soulful calmness about you in the hostelry of dignity 

For, I know whatever happens takes place out of necessity 

I cannot tell you if it is only love I owe you 

Even sacrifice is a redemption despite being a painful prison 

I am just counting so much eternity that it leaves me uncertain, 

yet, certain that the beginnings and ends are not just presumptions 

I live, not knowing whether I am out of breath or breathless 

There is simple wonder in the absolute knowledge 

that it is we, you and me, that started the fire!