Melody of Being Animate:Poetry

It’s over a year old and still makes sense. How do we make sense of love? | note sure just read:2023 (Actually <edited> 22 May 2023) me: oh thats today, great! *adds to time stamp Also me: Oh, not today okay cool.

Chaotic sweet melodic voice that finds its way into dreams in the deep blue black silvering nights, did she ever tell you why she knows the whisper of your heart calling their name will not let you rest until they have heard you speak your mind say love I have come to tell you about a feeling unmatched that have been keeping light awake in the early night, yet — here we are, everytime you close your eyes we see to cross paths you hear the most life has a ways of putting us on pause we do not like the disturbances but we appreciate the visits after us, asking you have you understood the significance of its affairs I want to tell you about a love story so kept it felt itself to share, I talk about love but I do not talk about being loved I wait in silence I am afraid of the times giving and the hearts spent giving out chances like they were wild sunflowers growing in my garden, my home, a safe haven I still think about the moments in memories astounded that this is what you might just be, — isn’t potential a funny word, I could ask when loving became this challenging but I already know the answer to that, speaking to you like this has never been easy I imagine you as we were the clouds, and the blue sky and the stars in the night hidden in the day light awake just a fall asleep with the rise your voice your eyes your hand holding mine feels like an intimate scent familiar, here, that I can never forget no matter how hard I have tried I wonder, when you question love what does that mean, it’s confusing being filled with emotional logic, it’s confusing making sense of words such as love whelmed like they’re so close like you could touch them, —close your eyes, and smell it whisk the air beside you but you know it’s more than that, this does not have an adequate meaning, Love is an ambiguous compassion, it’s not something that can be understood apart from the two individuals involved humorous isn’t it that love can make take on any shape desires, any form but also special, almost heroic, almost, — brilliant.

It doesn’t have a name yet, but this poem is much more than what its title will ever hold.

To her,

I wanted to say thank you, because this year, for your birthday, I couldn’t think of a better present than a poem filled with sincere words to describe the amount of thank you’s I’ve kept hidden in my pockets just for you to one day discover

When I started writing this poem for you it sounded like a love poem, what better way to describe our friendship

I’ve fallen in love with what we have, so special, untouchable there is no being that can ever replace this kind of love, you embody my respect n love to which title best describes everything we share together, from hidden secrets that never stay quite as hidden for quite as long, to each n every way I’ve had the privilege of seeing you grow

From our opposites attraction, to the hours we share our time spent together, regardless of where we are, each others company is like a heroin we crave at least a few minutes a day

So I would like to honestly thank you for this friendship you’ve allowed me to be a part of, thank you for all the other unmentionable shenanigans, for all the times you’ve been more than a shoulder but a back bone with arms strong enough to handle to cradle my hardships, thank you

Thank you for trusting me enough to spill emotion into your narrative, as though our emotions are forever entwine, your tears are my tears, your happiness is my happiness this one of the many ways I’ve concluded our friendship

More than willing to give you what you have given me all this time, trying to always give you more than my being can hold onto, for you to forever entwine me, n me you

Without this friendship, there would not only be a part of myself missing but I would lose something really great, something as unique as the day god carefully moulded n crafted everything tangible with so much detail n just the right amount of comfort n indulgence.

“Happy 20th Birthday Adrianne, I know you’ll have a blessed future ahead of you, I love you gurl.”

Lots of love Fatma.