You forged a map
whilst quite unaware
that he was in want of direction,
and though he was lost
and close to despair,
he mustered his will and he made a connection.
You spoke of an age
from aeons ago;
a harmony sweet to his ears.
Though sep'rate by worlds,
you drew him in slow
and extinguished his nerves and his bleakest of fears.
You opened yourself up
to him like a rose,
when discord and tension were rife,
and gifted him naifly
with welcome repose
when you entered his otherwise workaday life.
You flooded his thoughts,
a tempestuous storm,
your tales of love as his guide,
and whilst he took your lead
and began to transform,
he learned to catch starlight with you by his side.
And how can he thank you
for touching him so,
when he still barely knows who he is?
The best he can do
is to write you a verse -
a mainline direct to your heart, from his.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 5:07 AM UTC
You forged a map
whilst quite unaware
that he was in want of direction,
and though he was lost
and close to despair,
he mustered his will and he made a connection.
You spoke of an age
from aeons ago;
a harmony sweet to his ears.
Though sep'rate by worlds,
you drew him in slow
and extinguished his nerves and his bleakest of fears.
You opened yourself up
to him like a rose,
when discord and tension were rife,
and gifted him naifly
with welcome repose
when you entered his otherwise workaday life.
You flooded his thoughts,
a tempestuous storm,
your tales of love as his guide,
and whilst he took your lead
and began to transform,
he learned to catch starlight with you by his side.
And how can he thank you
for touching him so,
when he still barely knows who he is?
The best he can do
is to write you a verse -
a mainline direct to your heart, from his.
