Affinity Love Poem by Martin Greyford

But, is it now that life will tear us apart so that you may attain the glory of a man and I the duty of a woman?
Is it for this that the valley swallows the song of the nightingale in its depths, and the wind scatters the petals of the rose, and the feet tread upon the wind cup?
Were all those nights we spent in the moonlight by the jasmine tree, where our souls united, in vain?
Did we fly swiftly toward the stars until our wings tired, and are we descending now into the abyss?
Or was love asleep when he came to us, and did he, when he woke, become angry and decided to punish us?
Or did our spirits turn the nights' breeze into a wind that tore us to pieces and blew us like dust to the depth of the valley?

We disobeyed no commandment, nor did we taste of forbidden fruit, so what is making us leave this paradise?
We never conspired or practiced mutiny, then why are we descending to hell?
No, no, the moments which united us are greater than centuries,
and the light that illuminated our spirits is stronger than the dark;
and if the tempest separates us on this rough ocean,
the waves will unite us on the calm shore;
and if this life kills us, death will unite us.
A woman's heart will change with time or season;
even if it dies eternally, it will never perish.
A woman's heart is like a field turned into a battleground;
after the trees are uprooted and the grass is burned and the rocks are reddened with blood and the earth is planted with bones and skulls,
it is calm and silent as if nothing has happened;
for the spring and autumn come at their intervals and resume their work.