Before
you I stand
Under
the spell of your wand
Dumbed
by your voice,
Deafened
by your silence.
Before
you I squat
My
thoughts a puzzling knot.
I
feel a bond, a tie
As I
gaze into your eye.
Before
you I bow in awe
Kissing
your feet in search of succor.
I’ve
sworn never to leave
Unless
what I seek you give.
Before
you I lie.
Like
a bird in the sky
I’ll
soar on the wings
Of
the peace your voice brings.
Before
you I quake
Like
one before a burning lake.
Trembling
at the sting of your words
Tearing
at my heart like broads.
Before
you I sleep
In
your care my life I keep.
Living
on your breath
Losing
it will be my death.
Before
you I’ll age.
Until
then, I live in your cage.
I
sing knowing that you’ll hear
And
hoping that you’ll care
Before
you I’ll die.
If
my plea you heed not,
Here
before you I’ll rot.
…Are
you the one touching me?
Is
it your lips kissing me?
Is
that my head cradled in your bosom?
It
is your voice calling me handsome?
Surely,
before you I’ll…
....April 4 2005
Awesome...
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ReplyDeleteThis is a royal rumble of "lovetry", a poem fitted for princesses. Good one.
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