Sometimes I Confuse You, Don't I?

Sometimes I confuse you, don't I?
Then again I love our confusion
You are like that enormous scar on my mind
Visible silence of timeless exile 
Hanging between clean and soiled
Forever hanging to unhurried seasons 
Spread out on a construct of society 
You are like that sunlight who caress the virgin snow
I sought your splendour 
To win my battles 
Your silence bristling within
Made me limp, even when I lost my strength to walk.
I love our confusion
Travelling over the crumbling, threatening clouds 
Often when dusk descended to my street and your hair 
I opened my eyes to your day sweating all over me.