Midnight Thoughts | Poetry

Your last, my first

When your name appears, my heart starts quaking,

A feeling so new, my core is awakening.

With every blink, visions of you in my mind,

This longing within, it's becoming unkind.

Your voice, a melody, it resonates so clear,

You're a prince, majestic, removing my fear.

No knight was sought, no armor shining bright,

But now, dear, rescue me, come into my sight.

Oh, to drown in your eyes, pools of cerulean,

To be the last face before dreams intervene,

And the first in the morn, as sunlight does break,

Though not your first, let me be your last, for love's sake.

The last of first dates, that cherished embrace,

The final first kiss, igniting passion's space,

In any role, I'm content to be your last,

Just promise to be my first, and make this love vast.

If I am the hero, and you the villain framed,

Does fate decree our union must be tamed?

Alas, you've already shattered my defenses,

You've ensnared my heart with your subtle pretenses.

If loving you is wrong, I'll reject what is right,

For your hold on me, dear, is a wondrous plight.

How can one so distant hold such dominion,

Snap your fingers, and I'll rush to your opinion.

I ask but one thing, to be your first in line,

As I'm willing to be your last, forever thine.

They may call me foolish, deem my heart insane,

But your smile, beloved, conceals such sweet refrain.

They know not your kindness, the soul deep within,

Behind that facade, the love that's never been,

I may be your last, in a tale left untold,

But you, my dear, are my first, worth more than gold.