Love, actually

The truth is,
I love you madly, obsessively, completely
crazy and wild, mysterious,  and energetically.

Yet, if never again we met on this side of heaven,
would you shed a tear?

Wild nights,
crazy nights full of laughter and somber reflections of the heart
seeking ways to be loved in return.

And if that tear was shed in my memory
would there be smiles or remorse?

Heart's echoes
reverberate through the nothing and become something
coalesce into a longing desire.

Remember me fondly,
that I lived while I could, and loved you.