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Do you know what it is to be tortured in love?

Not that it may see you perish within the day,

instead it eats at you slowly as you wither away.

Whatever strength you had left to look forward

And instead, found yourself looking back in dismay?

Have you felt the petals of a rose, like a bouquet of daggers

Sliding gently, without injury, along the line of your throat?

Threatening the ultimate, yet delivering only fear.

I ask, have you ever felt the burning of unrequited love?

You’re under five foot six,
Yet you’re a skyscraper!
You’ve got a taste for kicks,
well known for your capers,
And when you get your fix
You’ll headline the papers!

You soar above the clouds:
With wisdom you’ll teach
That a sunrise is just how
To put a night beyond reach.
So no matter the row,
The past may never breach.

Your future was never written,
You’ve got a lifetime of discovery.
If we see you, you’ll be smitten
Because life is one big reverie,
And if we take the time to listen,
Your words, a golden memory.

You don’t believe in fate,
And the wander in your eye
Might say it’s getting late;
It’s apropos to say goodbye.
Like a tower, your roots are great,
Your head forever held high.

Love can be a terrible curse, and the ultimate blessing.
It will see you rise above the tumult of everyday life
Like a God among mere mortals.
It will show you seasons in a way you’ve never experienced,
through the eyes of a child, wild with wonder
With the eagerness of youth to explore its boundaries,
to reach in and grab ahold of the world at its best.
It takes a new form, and shows you what you’ve been missing.
But just as easily as it lifts your heart,
As easily as it cures a plague of the mind,
or an insecurity that’s followed you through time,
As easily as it cleanses the conscience,
It can just as easily demolish your hope.
When the center can no longer hold,
And all falls through, to pain’s hungry jaw below
Love remains above the clouds, while you,
are sent tumbling toward the unforgiving ground.
But love is persistent, as it will come to be known
It will be witness to your demise, yet in your eyes
It only spells “hope”
And when that day comes, when hope is brought anew
You can bet that the feeling is healing when love comes back to you

O this ache has found new depths

Burrowing deeper with every second

Spent in exile from your caress.

I haven’t a clue if I have spoken

Out of term, or have I broken

Some trust you thought I’d earned?

O how I wish you’d tell me dear,

Why it is you refuse to come near,

When just days before,

On our warm golden shore,

We drank the stars to our delight

Until the pale silver light,

Of a full moon bathed your skin

In an ethereal glow.

O how I wish you’d come back

To the ways of yesterday

O how I wish, how I wish…

Before I fall too far, away from you

Before the weight of loneliness,

Implodes, rending my heart in two.

It was another fever dream
A bender loosening slowly,
Then tearing out the seam.

The yarn ain’t flowin’ true
When the tale has two ends
And it all ends in a feud

But what’s a man to do,
When his lover loves another
And no quick thinking
Will make it untrue?

What’s a man to do.

My heart knows not days, weeks, months or years.

It knows not the sub-zero Winter or the gale winds of Fall.

It knows not the pleasantry brought by another’s call.

It knows not the twilight before the darkness of night.

Nor the Rooster’s cry when sensed the sun’s faintest light.

It only knows of the warmth her porcelain skin emanates.

It only knows of the swift step in her royal gait.

It only knows of the smile that shatters inhibitions.

And of Cupid’s arrow, flying true to its mission;

urging miles traversed, only love could coerce.

All conscious moments lay still in a last embrace.

The scent of her hair, the glow in her eyes,

For nothing since has given reason to rise.

 

Writer’s note: I labeled this as “Take II” because it is actually a poem I wrote a very long while ago but I’ve recently looked it over and made a few changes.

In dreams we’ve enjoyed an enchanted embrace

As the sun set its waning glow upon the lace

At the fringe of your dress, dancing in the breeze

Casting delicate shadows as we glide with ease

To our own tune, humming sweetly as we go along

With no strings or conductor; who needs them for a song

About a love that knows no boundaries or potion?

Ours will rival and conquer the most cynical notion

That true love has faded in a world grown material.

Ours will rise above and prove itself ethereal.

With the sand beneath our feet, our spirits entwine

In a step so mystical it never feigns to be divine,

And soon passion may flourish, and romance may nourish

Your faith, that such grace, exists.

She may be five foot six

But she’s a skyscraper.

She’s got a taste for kicks,

well known for her capers,

and when she gets her fix,

She’ll headline the papers.

Her head’s in the clouds

with dreams and relief

that a sunrise is just how

you put the night beyond reach.

So no matter the row

The past, will rarely breach.

Her future was never written,

She’s got a lifetime of discovery

If you see her, she’ll be smitten

‘Cause life is one big reverie.

And if you take the time to listen,

Her words, a priceless memory.

No, she doesn’t believe in fate,

And the wander in her eye

Might say it’s getting late,

it’s okay to say goodbye.

Like a tower, her roots are great,

Her head forever high.