My pen fell slowly as I rose with equal pace,
To display my arrest...
...I professed to her the things that made her dear;
She answered ever so clear.
She said;
You win some you lose some.
...Gifted, is what she is.
I then went on a campaign to her,
Telling her what it is that is attracting my love.
I told her I swooned from her every motion,
Swayed with her hips,
And escaladed with her every emotion.
I could stare into the two baby-blue
Souls that rested so predominately on her facade,
And with her every tear, fear the rush of God.
I made it clear to mention to her,
Every waking thought of what she called her being.
Although purposes for life were not in line,
I still connected with her from time to time.
I helped her realize that
The vessel which carried her personality
Didn't matter to me.
It was sad to see
That part of me
Wisk away the days which now sadden me.
The days we didn't get along.
So long did I long for you and I,
But I've pitched my tent in Acceptance,
Alongside yours,
And am now waiting for the day,
For you to leave those rocky shores,
And find me as a neighbor,
Not your tenant.
...After displaying this raw emotion,
A tear ran from her eye;
With a smile.
She began to speak,
But in fear of her emotional state
And not wanting to take away from her,
This slate we both so beautifully painted,
I refrained...
...It's that sweet subtle grin
That pins me down and haunts me
With tantalizing thoughts of us
Surrounding each other
In an embrace so captivating
That the flood wont be caused by our tears,
But our hearts;
Melting together with such ferocity
That Gods back away,
Cupid has a stroke,
And Aphrodite comes back at us for vengeance,
For how we've shaken her institution of Love.
It's that laugh which stirs around my insides,
Fills me with confidence enough to beat Goliath,
And then David.
It's the way we have been behaving
When it is just us,
With no strings attached,
And nothing to attack us but
The rules and allegations that keep us apart.
It starts with that yearn to talk to you,
The craving to be with you,
And the undying lust to hold you.
Those three things acting as pillars
To keep up this stationary Friendship.
That is where I find my shelter,
Within the thought of enemies becoming friends;
Opposites getting along;
Me being with you.
...I told her this, in which she displayed
The cruelest of detests;
My pen fell slowly as I rose with equal pace,
To display my arrest.
