One Four You
The thought of losing my life
It was dragged from my heart,
The pieces and pearls of
This love I have for you.
You didn't have it from the moment I met you
It was not something I was willing to give
You took it, you stole it, when I was fortified
And wanting to live alone and untrammeled.
I had shunned and attempted to be with none
Ascetic and aloof for the trappings of poetic eons
Space and time combined to make it of never
And forever.
But your sweet face and cheeky lines
And eyes that burnished mine, with their silky traffic
And squinty smile were the daggers left me to
Step in time, rank and file
The thought of losing my life,
The funeral of my self
Was not a rough call,
It was not an ending peal of the long drug out pall.
It is better on the other side
A new living
The beginning of a nirvana I could only believe in
After having
The steel of your soul beating in mine.
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