Choose: Die on My Chest or in My Poems

I have given you a choice, so choose between dying on my chest or atop the pages of my poems...

Choose love or the absence of love, for cowardice is to not choose at all...

There is no middle ground...

Between heaven and hell...

Throw your cards entirely, and I will be content with any decision...

Speak... React... Explode... Do not stand still like a nail...

I cannot remain forever like a straw under the rain...

Choose a fate between two, and how fierce are my destinies...

You are tired and afraid...

And my journey is very long...

Dive into the sea or stay away...

No sea is without its whirlpools...

Love is a great confrontation...

Sailing against the current...

It is tough, painful, tearful...

And a departure among the moons...

Your cowardice kills me, oh woman who plays behind a veil...

I do not believe in a love...

That does not carry the recklessness of rebels...

That does not break all barriers...

That does not strike like a storm...

Oh, if only your love could swallow me, uproot me like a storm...

I have given you a choice, so choose...

Between dying on my chest...

Or atop the pages of my poems...

There is no middle ground...

Between heaven and hell...

Your love taught me to act like a child...

To draw your face with chalk on walls...

And on the sails of fishermen...

On bells...

On crosses...

Your love taught me how love can change the map of time...

It taught me that when I love, the earth stops spinning...

If I stand silent before your beauty, silence in the sanctuary of beauty is beauty itself...

Our words in love kill our love...

For letters die when spoken...