To the next guy who will love me

To the next guy who will love me,

Please love me with all of your heart. Show the conviction of loving me from the beginning till the end. Do not love me with grace but love me with passion like a raging fire. I may have been loved before but it was a firework brought into life and exhausted itself. There was another before, and I have been loved like a pulsing heat but never more.

I wonder how will I want you? Will my eyes dilate whenever I want you? The hunger pulsing through my veins whenever I yearn to touch you. I can sense that this love will be long before it is over. Or may the hunger be long before I'll have you. I hope not.

My heart is an orchestra bringing you the music of my love. There might be too many musical scores by my overly climactic heart, yet I do pray that there is someone (perhaps it is you), will create music with our beating hearts.

I have been living in a world of solace. Wherein my brokenness tries to be sown. If trust is hard for me to give unto you, pledge to your living soul to hear the tales of what have been the cause of all these broken pieces. My love, is a masterpiece of true devotion. But with this devotion, my love had been trampled on without any regard for its value. My cries are far less than a howling wind. What to make of all these pain? I knew you are out there. To them your salvation is meant to give me another life, but it is your salvation that brought me to life.