A beauty. To which nothing compares to.
One with nothing better to do than
Make me chase her. And as I get too close,
Pushes me away. Leaving me to chase her once again.
One who might not know it.
But one whose eternal beauty, keeps me on my toes.
Ready for the next time she pushes me away.
Maybe forbidden. Maybe forgotten.
Just as long as I have a taste.
I'll always come back for more.
I anger her at moments least forgiven.
And sorry has a quarrel with my tongue.
A word that has lost meaning
Throughout its many uses.
But not a man dare
Lay a finger
On this maiden
That is so fair.
For if one does. I'll have to interject.
And in the moments that pass
While I am battling the violent.
She again leaves me to walk that ever going tightrope
That she walks without thinking what could happen
If she were to fall.
I would be wise to think
She does not know
Of the safety of hers
Here at my home.
But alas. She goes once more.
Taking another drop of blood from my thirsty heart.
But why would I be so foolish
As to fall for such a beauty?
To remain silent with a glazed look in my eyes
As I stare into hers.
I suppose if it were truly meant to be.
It shall happen at a later date.
When the planets are aligned just right.
And where the sun shines through
On to her. Ever so perfectly.
Revealing all her flaws.
But I stay blind.
For she shines so bright under a light.
May this later date come.
And I shall awake from this nightmare of losing her.
And we shall live the cliché of happily ever after.
