...may carry; except yours...
But So Will
Your flowery
Be safe, Be loved...by whomever you choose
Adieu, Mon Amour...
Impossible Love to Live
To Bring to Fruition
You and I
Lived the most wonderful Love Story
That an imaginary couple
Could have ever lived
So I thank you for making me feel
Like we were together ...
Even if reality
Portrays us differently,
Not together
And not looking each other
Lovingly In the Eye,
Perhaps you'll remember me
(I don't care whether you do or not)
I cared about our get-together
Your smile
As you give me a happy stare
In my eyes you look
With your flowery, smiling eyes,
As your head tilts
Just a tad bit
In a bit of shame mixed with happiness
That my hands are grabbing at yours
To Hold So Dearly...
Oh! How dared I
Take the hands
Of the Goddess
And caressing her palms with my dry hands...
Rubbing them gently with my fingers
Before clasping our hands
Before a kiss
That never arrives????????????????????????
(We just act in this preamble of the kiss
That will've never been...
...we just imagine it...
Hence your sheepish smile
To indicate
You're happy
But you're also too shy
To even try...
You know it's a little mix of honey
With some sort of Adrenalin
When our lips unite
And never want to let go
As they struggle to let go...
But they come back for more
It's that sensation; you feel it's not right
But then you feel it's just perfect...too
And that's when the love sparks
Hits us so that...it hints to us...
...we're capable of the happiness
That we only imagined
And refused to try...
Why did you inspire me...Goddess...
To have me type my feelings for you and try to
Your very same movements
As you deny me access
To your loving heart?
(I know you don't love me...
...but you're capable of loving - that's all I tried
To convey).
So Forgive me for trying to reach out to your
Muscle in your upper left-hand cavity of your chest
Everyone's drawing as a lovely symbol
Symmetric two halves
We like to call officially
(My tired mind only tried...it hasn't succeded
So what?
I leave on purpose
The closing parenthesis out
So as to leave open-ended
Our future
Or - away from one another,
Apart. To be continued?
I have no idea.
With your permission
I must now depart...
Good Bye, Baby Brigid!
("I try so hard to keep it in circles...shush...")
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19th Century Poet turned mathematician when his love interest dumped him, bereft of any reasons for her departure from his soul. more…

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