If I dare say, it was the loneliest of times
The best of times, the worse of age, the best of laugh, a situation of choice, a step closer to my haven. My deadpan heart I embraced it all We glanced at jealousy At paranoia
An ugly picture of an improbably fate. I begged internal factors Please keep your claws off my man My recollections of about a century of weeks ago where I walked into the store of greatness and I found him in the isle of whipped cream and luxury In shades of light I picked him up He was heavy as I had him sit in the bags of my burdens He weighed so much in qualities and yes I paid for what had become my (his) excess baggage With an existing burden of proof I trolled on To get to my destination Recall, that one where I wrote about finishing and finding 'perfect'? It was such an imperfect move I can't even wait to see my own destiny The world watches with eagerness as their hearts stop for a second when they sense I am a step closer One seed of hope My teething phases leap to the bed of the sea of my heart The waves of unconditional love more resounding than ever The one I dream of Ever there in a generation of years Leeching in his own shadows Waiting for what I know nothing of His heart on an edge of a steep hill Because I/he knows what we are both capable of Yet we stay. Yet we love Yet we breathe Closer to our mad souls His whisper only brings me close to a potential bridge of a firmed conclusion Time, only, only time will tell us where we head thus far As Shakespeare eluded to Perhaps I am his be-all and end-all And so he be to me.