Like a \'smith before the flame
With words which are my steel
I set to fashion an arrow
A deliverance of how I feel
Your thought is, as the bellows\' breath
Giving life unto the fire
Into the forge, the steel doeth weep
Revealing my desire
To the steel, a siege I lay
With willful hammer blows
White hot shards the anvil sings
As I hew away the prose
Defiant steel, refusing to yield
Its edge skewed from true
No blade but the finest shall be
To pierce the heart of you
Into the forge, the steel once more
Imperfections wrested away
The arrow\\\'s steel scoffing at me
As no muse sings today
My greatest work, yet to be done
As the forge\'s fire cools
Tomorrow the \'smith will forge an arrow
To pierce the heart of you
***My God I love this girl. I tried for a week to write a poem about her, but the I just couldn\'t say what I wanted to say, the way I wanted to say it. So I wrote a poem about not being able to write a poem. I just wished I could let her read it.
