Some loves do not end with death.
They linger in the wind on the hill, in the dust of abandoned rooms, in the scent of someone who is no longer there — yet somehow, still is.
This is a story of a woman who refused to let go. Who ran, fell, bled — and ran again. Who the village called mad.
Perhaps they were right.
Perhaps it doesn't matter.
This poem was born from the darkest and most beautiful corner of the human heart — the place where love becomes something greater than reason, greater than life itself.
Read it slowly. Feel it.
— Emilia
I run... all the time
To the hill – the hill where love once lived
I fall... and fall again
Wounding myself, yet I rise and run toward the Love in my heart
Those from the village say I've gone mad
...that I've lost my mind...
They don't know I'm running to you
To your voice, your touch, to the kisses that planted poison in my mind
Are they right?
I can no longer hear you or your love
I run... I fall... I rise...
My dress torn apart, bloodied from the falls on the way to the hill
There — a house... the house of Our Love
I see no ruin... no broken windows, no shattered doors
To me it's the same house where we ran hand in hand, the wind in our hair, and our Love filled the air
...perhaps they are right... I've lost my mind
My mind and my heart tell me... that I'm running to you... so I run
Nothing matters but the moment I arrive and touch you
...my wounds don't matter, my bleeding legs, my torn feet...
...perhaps I've gone mad...
I don't care... they know nothing of how you stand there on the hill, waiting for me...
so I run to you...
There you stand, waiting for me...
Every blade of grass smells of you
The entire hill is you...
I am here, my Love... where are You?
I cannot find you... I enter the house
Dust rises in the air, no one has been here for so long... but I see Us
I see you, I feel your scent... where are You?
I spin in circles, my torn dress cuts through the air
I scream and run...
I haven't gone mad — you were calling me...
I climb the stairs to the room where you loved me like no other... you said you'd always be there...
I feel you... I hear you... I search everywhere...
My strength fades...
I hear music piercing me to the bone
Our music... do you remember?
Have I lost my senses? I don't know...
I know you're calling me...
I sink onto the bed... I close my eyes...
Light seeps through a crack in the curtains...
I see you
You lean down and place a kiss upon my lips...
Where have you been? I touch you... you smile and say... I no longer want to be without you, my beloved... I know now what I will do...
They say I've gone mad... from love...
You unlace my corset, remove my stockings...
You caress my pale body... trembling at your touch, a shiver only you can feel...
You kiss my full breasts... they are yours forever
You kiss my entire body... I have missed you so
You are mine, my Love... I haven't gone mad
They are wrong... because You are here... you live... you touch me...
You whisper to me... come to me, my Beloved...
I am here — I answer
You shake your head and say — that I am not yet where You are...
I ask: Where are You?
You answer: On the hill among the trees, in the rush of wind through the branches... in the flowers blooming in the fullness of a sunny day...
Have I gone mad, I ask? You say — no...
I waited for you... I screamed until I lost my voice for you to come running...
We will be together forever... just one more moment
Give me your hand and let us walk to the hill
Below — beautiful waters
Waters like from a fairy tale sung by our grandmothers
Waters foaming at the cliffs... singing songs for those lost at sea...
I've gone mad... so they say. They are wrong.
We walk embraced in the glow of the sun, which lights our faces...
I feel the warmth of its rays, I feel your warmth... your body, your hand, your gaze
I've gone mad... because no one else can see you!
I see you — and that is all that matters... there is nothing but my love and yours...
We walk together... my dress is nothing but rags but it doesn't matter...
Nothing matters... but you...
We have reached the edge of the hill...
We look upon the power of the water...
You ask: do you love me?
I answer, looking into your beautiful eyes...
"I love you into eternity..."
You smile at me.
Have I gone mad?
YES, now I know!
My mind is no longer mine to control, it is my longing for you that controls it.
And I know you are no longer among the living
Then who stands beside me?
Perhaps my illusion — born the moment my heart shattered?
I don't know
It doesn't matter... that my mind is consumed by you... consumed by a longing greater and more powerful than the depths of hell
For you I would walk through their gates
For one of your smiles, for one of your touches
You wrap your arm around my waist, you place the kiss of death upon me so we may be together for eternity...
I fall... I look at you as I fall
You speak silent words... "I love you into eternity..." and I know I haven't gone mad
I shatter upon meeting the water... it cuts through my body...
Pain floods every nerve, every cell... and I see your lips forming the words
..."I love you into eternity..."
And nothing matters anymore
I've gone mad.... now I know that YES...
