What if
I swore now
I would
never let you roam alone,
wander
the roads,
estranged
and deranged,
lacking
love…what would you say?
A patient
“yes” from you
is what
makes me live
for
tomorrow.
Your
glossy eyes, so meek and vain,
magnetizing
me
ever so bashfully with mighty reigns.
A longing
break from a recurring trance
to make
my heart flutter impulsively again
without
a single glance looking back.
A
friend, a lover, the one
I see
in you.
Fact
holds true, what people say,
a historic
past perpetually sets on
that perfect
day.
You are
all I need.
All I want.
All
that makes me crave
to be cradled
in your arms evermore.
A
hybrid of
grace and
fear
only
morphs into a pile of
agreeable
tears that binds me
to an idyllic
man.
You and
I,
drifting
into the surreal blue
that highlights
the greater gain
of a
reality that has long been due.
Oh destiny, how
I need you
undeniably prepped
for our perfect day.
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