I Love Her

I have known her forever even when
others didn’t and did not care, to get
acquainted with a toddler for kids are
to listen and learn not to teach and tell,

neglecting to see the kindness, empathy
naturally flowing from inside. Innate qualities
of humans I thought to myself as she kept
rising doubts and queries to herself.

I have always loved her even when
others might have thought I did not know
how to. From the moment she became aware
of herself each time she looked deeply into,

the abysses of her big brown pupils reflected
by bathroom mirrors on window glasses
in calm water streams en-globing an entire,
vision of a paradisiac Universe bursting within.

I have had jealous feelings for her when
enveloped in the loving eyes of parents
family friends and teachers, everyone
adored her, the way she made them feel,

the joy she brought the smiles she showered,
the respect she showed as she listened engaged
in heeding others, grasp meanings wisdom’s
lessons from the elder, sitting beside them.

I always admired her even when
others thought she could not make yet
any sense. From the moment she became
aware of others each time she smiled

why pro life - I Love Her

or cried wondering why, rejoicing for shared
occasions when adults also laughed flaunting
possibilities of happiness, despairing for harms
done unable to answer the simplest question.

I have always protected her more so when
others believed I was only trying
to kill her. From the moment she became
aware of injustice discrepancies cruelty,

poverty illness wrongdoings, warmongering
cycles of greed and vengeance, ‘life’s not fair’
repeated the adults dismissing, her ordeal
and disdain for what she could not turn blind eyes to.

I increasingly thought she was too
beautiful and pure to risk being affected,
corrupted in growth to become
mediocrely adjusted, following paths

of others. Until she grew and investigated
the Universe, understanding that life goes far
beyond Earth’s binding gravity, and that indeed
there is much more to all, changing perspectives.

I breathe her daily and now see how
small and fragile people are, within a Universe
so expanse, learning to appreciate them all,
recognizing their might as a species developing

something even science cannot explain.
That crazy little thing called Love probably
the greatest thing of all, what makes our race
so special, worthy of compassion in hope of liberation.

I inhale her every thought and consideration
admire her ability to love humanity
as a whole, realizing others are not
our hell after all, and that together

paying attention to imperceptible details
we can all evolve, into what we truly are
the best of ourselves in this wondrous
astounding Universe. She is I and I am she.

I love her.

Cheers

Aurora Kastanias

Aurora Kastanias

Born from a Greek, British, Ghanaian father and a Persian mother, Aurora grew up in Rome, where her parents fled to during the Iranian Revolution. The passion for the art of writing led her to earn a Baccalaureate in Literature, being ever since influenced by French 17th and 18th century authors. While studying for her BA in Business Administration, at an American University in Rome. She further got enchanted by 19th century existential authors as well as European ‘absurdism’ and the Theatre of the Absurd. It was only after her MBA that she started writing more seriously, giving space to her true passions. In recent years she has written two existential novels in Italian. In recent months, she started studying astrophysics and writing poems in English,
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Born from a Greek, British, Ghanaian father and a Persian mother, Aurora grew up in Rome, where her parents fled to during the Iranian Revolution. The passion for the art of writing led her to earn a Baccalaureate in Literature, being ever since influenced by French 17th and 18th century authors. While studying for her BA in Business Administration, at an American University in Rome. She further got enchanted by 19th century existential authors as well as European ‘absurdism’ and the Theatre of the Absurd. It was only after her MBA that she started writing more seriously, giving space to her true passions. In recent years she has written two existential novels in Italian. In recent months, she started studying astrophysics and writing poems in English,

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