I sat back there, pictured you from the rare and I couldn't help but wonder how to reach you from here.
For a second I almost got carried away by your back side but immediately slapped me in the conscience less I backslide.
You see I have this thing for beauty in its 3d vector graphic state, the very type for which a man could take any and every bait
There's force pushing me to make history and perhaps, set a memorial for generations to come, such force that could wake up a man to the reality of beauty accompanied by a compelling readiness to  defend, Simply put;
Can I Love You?

I must confess, I had a rather blurry vision
Of what seemed to be passion but turned out to be an illusion.
Like... what a beautiful rose, maybe I plug  me a branch, to smell closer  and perhaps even better;
But to think that it withers and dies on exposure to sun rays scares every curiosity to advance closer than I could treasure this beauty and still have me a precious rose tree in its purity; so from a distance, with no intentions of crossing a line, this is me respecting your dignity when I ask...
Can I Love you?

Can I get to know you, exceptionally?
I mean, get close to, and perhaps, inside your heart without touching your body;
Can I get lost, like an island, in thoughts of what I see without harboring fantasies about what the untamed me wants to get?
Get swept away by charm and just when am about to loose it, tap me within an say "boy not just yet"?
Because in me are two kingdoms waging war because of you; one wanting to make me king and the other wants to make you Queen too.
But It turns out a king ain't complete without his Queen hence am putting an end to this war dear princess...
Can I Love you?

On this side of eternity where simile and metaphor transcends reality, and reality, in turn, is perceived as fantasy, the only reality occupying my fantasy is commitment, devotion, trust and a blend of affection, a readiness to defend your course with vigor and motivation, in sorrow, I give you exclusive declaration like, here's my shoulder you can cry on for a soothing sensation.
And even tensions are high and emotions amplify, am willing to listen as our hearts dance to the rhythm that, our souls tie.
And history would smile at that very moment in time when question raised was;
Can I Love you?

Can I Love you like Solomon did to wisdom; desiring her more than all the wealth of his kingdom?
Or like Jacob loved Rachel, let me wait for you in enduring purity with steadfast emotional stability; let me be your companion as we journey through streets of discipline, into the sweet comforting atmosphere of all round maturity.
By all round, I mean physical, emotional and spiritual;
See, I make you my choice, the one I uphold and am  confident you're the right one.
And if you doubt me, ask around if, before we met, I was a sane man.
With that said, it's no longer the question  "can I" but am driven to have you seat back, relax and watch me love you like you deserve.

Sit down and tell me a story.
Tell why your bones ache
and tell me how your nose became crooked.
Tell me how you got that scar on the right side of your head.
Tell me why your right foot doesn't quite land properly when you walk.
Tell me why you've had a face like a slapped **** for the last ten minutes.
Tell me…  
Tell me anything.

I want know why you cradle yourself in the safety of your own arms and why you cross your legs when you sit down.  
I want to know why you like three sugars in your tea instead of two.
I want to know why you always have to knock on the table three times every time someone sneezes.
I want to know....
I want to know everything.

Sit down and tell me a story not because i'm tapping my right leg impatiently waiting for you to finish so I can tell you mine.
Not because I need a new anecdote to whisper into disbelieving ears at the back of my classics class,
Not because I like the way your hair falls into your eyes when you look down.
Sit down and tell me a story because...
I want to listen.

Nights become dawns and I'm still here,
Waiting for my thoughts to clear.

I'm wide awake, and I keep tossing these ideas around.

Basic. Negative connotations. Words.
I keep hearing and seeing everything you've ever said.
What is true and what is false?
Your words keep echoing in my head.

I'm insignificant, just a brief moment.
You only want a life of enjoyment.

Desires run rampant at night, if only they could be bound.

What if things were different, what if it changed?
Circumstance. Choice. Opportunity.
Given the facts I'd be a fool to respond,
I strive and contend for you, fruitlessly.

The night wastes me, the day is no better or worse.
I seek comfort and solace in anything, even verse.

I look at the page of my book, but I can’t focus.
My vision blurs.

The room is spinning.
Dizziness overtakes me; I feel nauseous.

There’s a ringing in my ears, in my head.
Your words play on repeat.

I must be coming down with something.
Hand to forehead- just to check.

These are my syndromes- this illness,
What is my diagnosis?

Maybe if I just focus on the words,
Not the meaning.

Just tell me once again,
I promise I can take it.

I’ll always remember:

*I can’t,
I’m done.