Time

 It's been a year,

Sadly not together, but apart,

I dream of you,

I dream that I go back in time to rectify my mistakes,

But the wicked time marches towards destiny,

An inevitable end that corrupts my soul into hate,

So I don't change my deeds.

Each time I go back, love you a bit more,

I think of you being in my arms while my tears roll down my skin onto you,

And I'm sorry for that too,

For I cannot control myself around you,

And that is what led me to my doom.

Such is the path of love,

Wicked, dysfunctional and torturous,

It does not have a pattern but looms around like The Fate's pet,

But isn't it beautiful?

Irrespective of me going into the dream and knowing the end,

I try my best to love you like never before,

Because I know no amount of love is enough for you,

You do not yearn for the stars but you deserve the universe, whilst I'm just a poet with a pen.

My words always fall short because love cannot be expressed in such ways,

I can only express it when I go back in time to touch your hands, look into your eyes and praise God for the blessings he showered,

But it's all useless,

For I'm far beyond the end,

And God won't let me change the past,

For the universe is jealous,

And Almighty is furious,

Because I tried to love you,

Now I am no more a person mad in love,

But a sinner desperate for redemption.