Note to a queen
A man of words, I am not
Nor a man who will rely,
Rely on poets of old to share his feelings,
I will not take the arts and mend them to you,
But I will make my own,
Hope that its good enough.
You tell me of your past,
your "dreams",
your dance.
You've taught me to dance,
You've taught me much of life,
Now, let me lead you,
Lead you to show that dancing,
Can stop....
If the right pair meets.
Allowme to lead you to the balcony,
To the lakeside,
and teach you to look at the others,
notice that how often they switch partners.
Let me be the one to cast aside the doubts,
Cast aside what makes us fear the future.
Also, to be the one to say,
Your past, does not matter to me,
Though I still wish to hear it.
All I care is.....
An answer.
Whatever future stands before us,
I wish to know,
May I be the one,
Standing beside you,
Holding your hand,
Kissing your lips,
you neck,
Mending your tears with soft words,
and fulfilling my promises?
I am not a man of words,
but I do know a few,
and I await the day I can tell you.
Tell you of why I will never leave you.
Nor a man who will rely,
Rely on poets of old to share his feelings,
I will not take the arts and mend them to you,
But I will make my own,
Hope that its good enough.
You tell me of your past,
your "dreams",
your dance.
You've taught me to dance,
You've taught me much of life,
Now, let me lead you,
Lead you to show that dancing,
Can stop....
If the right pair meets.
Allowme to lead you to the balcony,
To the lakeside,
and teach you to look at the others,
notice that how often they switch partners.
Let me be the one to cast aside the doubts,
Cast aside what makes us fear the future.
Also, to be the one to say,
Your past, does not matter to me,
Though I still wish to hear it.
All I care is.....
An answer.
Whatever future stands before us,
I wish to know,
May I be the one,
Standing beside you,
Holding your hand,
Kissing your lips,
you neck,
Mending your tears with soft words,
and fulfilling my promises?
I am not a man of words,
but I do know a few,
and I await the day I can tell you.
Tell you of why I will never leave you.
♠ ♠ ♠
This came to me the day after a friend showed me a picture of a blooming Cerues flower(http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/183209/2/istockphoto_183209-night-blooming-cereus-cactus-flower.jpg), also known as the Queen of the Night. May be a bit confusing when just looking from flower to poem, but, it goes along with a drawing I'm working on, so....yeah.