Love...

The one I see, and yet believe are mostly still at fight;
I divide the story into two to convince myself despite;
rational still, the desires within, which angers mine ignite;
Siting alone, and still alone pondering at one beach-side;
Walking hand in hand my heart and I, the mind left at respite,
I abode in a shell of love, I gaze along moon-light;
To be in it is not to feel and neither in one's sight;
the day goes well, the nights are still and history well rewrites;
Mixed upon what I feel and hear, inclined desires I outfight;
It looks so numb and going worse, left like cordite
the heart weighs down upon my soul and yet I walk so light;
An atheist I am but I reason not as to why I pray for twilight,
I wish and hope and ask from skies; "oh, please let both of us unite"