*My love! How sweet, how prosperous!
He lives within my heart~!
Nurtures, Oh, He cherishes –
Oh, never shall we part!
Though I may beauty and elegance lack,
My heart strung with sorrow’s strings,
My love, His soul does sing for me –
In perfect melody~!
And I do love, with all my heart,
With fiber, mind, and soul,
My perfect man, Oh, man of dreams –
My sweetest dreams unfold.
His flaws are seamless, seams are flawless –
Imperfections perfect –
My darkness His light, His bright my sun –
My blight, His love confesses none –
All this, except for only one.
A single state which rattles my commitment,
A flaw which overlooking may not come.
Bastardly, it prevents my love’s fulfilment.
Though He should love me in all my ignorance –
My shame, and clumsy arrogance –
That I should question Him is deplorable –
Yet, Oh, this flaw, it’s un-ignorable!
For He is a dream, Oh, not to be!
In my mind it’s Him I see, but –
Among the living, out in the world,
He does not exist but in my words.
What sorrow indeed, sweet imaginings bring!
His rose-petal scent – His eyes blue and green –
His mystical magical magnificence –
A figment of my imagination.
In what cruel world do I live where no one accepts?
His love so extensive, mine potent, and yet –
Because He is fake, in only my mind,
My love is doomed, empty, lonely, and blind?
My love feels so real; I weep and I laugh,
My emotions run rampant for Him, and still yet –
Is it not real? Only a lie?
A lie which is felt – but still not alive?
My love, it is real, but fake just alike.*
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
*My love! How sweet, how prosperous!
He lives within my heart~!
Nurtures, Oh, He cherishes –
Oh, never shall we part!
Though I may beauty and elegance lack,
My heart strung with sorrow’s strings,
My love, His soul does sing for me –
In perfect melody~!
And I do love, with all my heart,
With fiber, mind, and soul,
My perfect man, Oh, man of dreams –
My sweetest dreams unfold.
His flaws are seamless, seams are flawless –
Imperfections perfect –
My darkness His light, His bright my sun –
My blight, His love confesses none –
All this, except for only one.
A single state which rattles my commitment,
A flaw which overlooking may not come.
Bastardly, it prevents my love’s fulfilment.
Though He should love me in all my ignorance –
My shame, and clumsy arrogance –
That I should question Him is deplorable –
Yet, Oh, this flaw, it’s un-ignorable!
For He is a dream, Oh, not to be!
In my mind it’s Him I see, but –
Among the living, out in the world,
He does not exist but in my words.
What sorrow indeed, sweet imaginings bring!
His rose-petal scent – His eyes blue and green –
His mystical magical magnificence –
A figment of my imagination.
In what cruel world do I live where no one accepts?
His love so extensive, mine potent, and yet –
Because He is fake, in only my mind,
My love is doomed, empty, lonely, and blind?
My love feels so real; I weep and I laugh,
My emotions run rampant for Him, and still yet –
Is it not real? Only a lie?
A lie which is felt – but still not alive?
My love, it is real, but fake just alike.*
