Call Me Selfish, If You Will (A Rhymed Poetic Version)

 

Call me selfish, if you will,

Let the world go cold and still.

I won’t defend, I won’t explain,

I’ll bear your words, I’ll take the blame.

But what I hold, I won’t divide,

It lives so deeply here inside.

Your love, your whispers, soft and sweet,

Are treasures no one else can meet.

Your memories—my sacred flame,

Each echoing your tender name.

They bloom in silence, soft and deep,

And cradle me when I can't sleep.

Your dreams once fluttered into mine,

Like stars that through the darkness shine.

I caught them gently, held them tight,

And tucked them safe in endless night.

Your voice, your words—those gentle rains,

Now flow within my quiet veins.

I drink their sweetness, slow and true,

And in each word, I still find you.

Those moments, fleeting yet so real,

The brush of time I still can feel.

The glance, the smile, the stolen glance,

The hush of heartbeats in a dance.

I cannot share, I won’t let go,

Of all the things that gently glow.

Though time may take, and life may bend,

These pieces of you will not end.

So call me selfish, cruel, or vain,

Let judgment fall like bitter rain.

But I will keep what once was ours,

Our tender nights, our blooming hours.

To part with them would tear me through,

They are my ties, my truth of you.

They keep me whole, they help me breathe,

They're all I have, and I believe—

That love, once real, does not grow dim,

It holds the soul, it fills the brim.

So let me guard what once was mine,

In secret silence, pure, divine.

Call me selfish, if you must—

My love won’t fade, it won’t turn dust.

Though you're not near, I feel you still.

Call me selfish—

Yes, I will.