The Unenthusiastic Romantic
My love, I take no shame to confess
Your eyes shine brighter than the foggy night's sky
For you, I would do little more
Than abstain from being shy
Your hair, longer than the tail of the winter hare
Enchants me more than an oak's dead leaf
Your wit sharper than a broken-in marker
Your heart larger than the nose of a mouse
Your flaws small enough to fit in a governor's house
When I hear your voice, it brings me to a summer home
With you, ten yards and more would I roam
Only to hear your humour along the way
You are more a riot than dried out clay
What a world we try to live in
Together, no blade of grass shall
Come closer than our feet to separate us
May I be able to look into you every day
May you arrive each time and stay
Stay more than a minute,
Be bold in it
Such a wacky
Wonderful world
We are forced to live in
Were you to leave me, well,
I could care less
To loving you more than the fear of hell
I do, with limited certainty, confess
Come with
Me
Now.
Forevermore happy
Constantly with
You.
~AH
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