If I were to be given a new name,
I would still carry these scars of forgiveness.
If I were to become a new flower,
my scent would not change.
If I were to breathe new air,
drink new water,
and feel new grass,
I would still cry when touched and sigh when kissed.
I walk the streets, sometimes,
binding the strings of my past to rays of light that fall on the ground.
I sing to birds, sometimes,
sending away new messages of love from this once broken heart.
I fall asleep, most times,
with faithful trust of my safe conquered land.
How is it that in a split second you can find a treasure?
A look,
A smell,
A smile,
A sudden touch that electrifies you to the verge of collapse?
How is it that an embrace can get you lost in space?
A thought,
A dream,
A recollection,
A forbidden fantasy you do not dare to share.
If I were to given a new name,
I'd still jump and fly and freeze and melt.
I'd shake if struck,
I'd pound if held,
I'd soften if loved.
