whence will my soulmate find me?

nat-lipstadt Poems

methinks thou confuseth thy heart's impatient beating with the tremulous and sonorous summation of the immeasurable wail of clocks ticking, begging, listen! these wondrous matches glorious arranged in heaven, where weighty watches and yellowed human calendars long ago dismissed, irrelevant, discarded. marked full well, they did upon thy heart, when as babe you drew first breath. when thou will receive love's bounty, nothing more and nothing less. heavenly their watchfulness eternal, impatience does not grant favour to love long lasting, ever true, even if struck anew with first impatient glance, for much thought and endeavor, masterfully planned, thy turn scheduled, recorded, awaiting only for inevitable discovery. for though the streams of spring rush full fleshed, swollen forward, thy truest love is best read in the gentle constance of a gentle lake's modest waves lapping, like a beloved's best ring finger stroking thy cheek in one continuous caressing. need not thou lament, nor groan with impatient travail, fare thee well, for the sails, the course inexorable, the destination prescribed, foretold and heralded upon the flags of thy eyes, the banner of thy words, that rest prepared upon thy fullest and hungry lips. chance is but a secondary miscreant, whose role is but as narrator. let's him speak infrequent, but when comes his time to conduct his sale, well behooves you to listen to that littlest of voices you so oft disregard, victim of your willful fears! the time, the play, the locale all matched and set, now we await only your demonstration and forbearance to honest augur the greatest courage to speak the hardest phrase e're spoke: I love thee more than myself. for whence can only be, when thou breakbeat the chains accursedly nominated as Me First. shout the key out loud In the hour, nay, the instance, thy first believe, then long life and long love can then and only then commence.