Gleaming armor so bright,
Burning my eyes with your light.
Your smile's so warm and caring,
There's always been the idea of us making a nice pairing.
Not much stands in the way of our attraction,
Give me your love and I'll give you compassion.
Trade me your infatuation and I'll give you a proper reaction.
They'll all call it an exaggeration but we'll know it's an abstraction.
No one else can tell us how to move,
Since we'll have nothing to show and prove.
We don't have the proof,
To show why we are who we choose.
So take my invitation to be mine,
You'll see why I think you're perfect and only shine.
YOU ARE READING
The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
