Look at you, so small and quaint
So pitiful, yet so alluring
Waiting for me without a complaint,
Subtle sweetness on your lips, luring
Me to a place of false affection
And honesty. While you devour
My heart with your insubordinate
And impractical opportunistic infection
That which you call love! Pray tell, how're
You to expect our hearts to coordinate?
I remember once, while kissing your lips
I felt my heart soar, with utter bliss
I must be caught in insanity's grip,
For my love was lost in the black abyss
All those years ago when the man
Who took my dreams also took
My soul. Now I am merely a shell
Of the girl I was before this began.
You say you can help me but just look
At what little he left me with after sanity's knell.
Little boy, how can you follow
Such a damaged girl so absolutely?
Do you not find yourself in a wallow
Of worry, hurt, and utter astute
Vexation? I am puzzled by your devotion
Yet I cannot find it in my heart
To turn you away, for I fear that loosing
You would hurt more than the conception
Of the possibility of your promises coming apart
In pieces, and my happiness reducing.
You say that phrase that lovers say
That odd yet heart-warming remark
"I love you" it came up one day
When I did not expect it, sitting in the dark
With you holding my fragile body to your chest
As I shed tears, and now I cannot help but wonder
What it means. Surely you only say such a thing
To rid me of my security, so that the best
That I can do to stop your plot is to blunder
Blindly, my sensibilities amiss.
What's this, my past matters not,
For we will find a path though the fog
And dust? And although I see it's a long shot,
Perhaps you are not just a slimy frog,
But a Prince I could grow to love.
And with lover's intentions, I take your hand
And hurl myself into the unknown
Once more, as a shining beacon of
Hope challenges the dark land
Of love lost and pain grown.