The romance you require is rote
it is more stable than whimsical
perhaps more ideal and less physical
mine does not need to emote
I confuse necessity with reality
whats real to me isn’t necessarily
ideal. These dreams proceed warily
the exact and fact don’t appeal to me
I’ve held onto every fiber of strain
telling those feeling parts to drop you
to find someone else to pursue
activities formerly absent of pain
I suppose my devotion to be a farce
or do I misplace hope like my keys?
should I be knocking in my knees?
or is the beloved just that scarce?
This becomes an admission of icognisance
as I search your path for the obscure
leave me, a love relic and your lore
to be sent off from among the congregants
for my mistake might lie in tarrying
while my gaze is affixed to your bright
then your gaze locked in to my sight
found something within worth marrying
Are my mind tales better left earthen?
grounded under the dust of your feet
just stay and let your roots rest on me
while I’m willing to shoulder our burden
An observer may recognize my error
such affection need not be so weighty
what strong love bore for Lord and Lady
caused me to wait for one, none fairer
You entertain my vain imagining
until the intensity, then disallows
if only, if only we’d be held by vows
to prevent endings from happening
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