Loving someone doesn't mean imprisoning her or restraining her, turning her into a brightly feathered bird in a gilded cage for anyone to toy with. It means using bloodied wings to shelter her beneath a blue sky in the midst of a storm.
You said your heart was tired. I could wait. You said you had no control over your fate. I could defy heaven for you.
You said you wanted to promise him a peaceful, prosperous age and the throne. I could fight through blood and slaughter for you, charging into battle at the front lines.
You once said, “When the fleeting flowers have all faded, I will keep you company in solitude.” I foolishly believed you.
May the realm know peace, and the people find joy. May you tread upon red lotuses, clad in red, your hands fair. May you smile shyly beneath your brocade veil, eyes lowered and lips curving gently.
We reached out our tightly clasped hands, and seemed to touch heaven.
