From a distance we begin to spar.
Closely as if we compete hand to hand.
Near defeat, yet just getting started.
Far from tiring, although exhausted.

Stranger than you?
I beg your pardon.
Circling about feeling like prey?
My wish, thy will or vice?

High on life in this moment.
Low on patience, but dedicated.
Curious, not enough to falter.
Excited enough to seek the ever-after.

Aesthetically appealing seems your soul.
Conquests of this kind foreign.
Shaking equally, strength contained taking it’s toll.
Wake me not, enjoying the post and beam.

Positive you are in theory.
Pessimism my motto.
Half full you see life.
Half empty I accept it.

You speak of a sequal and I smile ear to ear.
Comparative framework isn’t too much.
I've found comfort in the strange sojourner.
Equally I believe in such.

Your interests contain me.
Your mind worth exploring.
Who peaked whom?
Where did this start?

I felt the look you gave and saw it completely.
Tremble not for fear is not what I wish to bring.
Combined as one our best foot forward.
Musical words as if we sing.

March 8, 2012