There are two sides, the misinterpretation and the misrepresentation
Of which we are both guilty.
Amused I am to be in life’s museum
A curator to the creator’s design
A muse to be amused

To be a silly goose is not what I choose
Rather to gather from this sort of proper gander
The way the other side pander as I ponder
This is what the portrait portrays

The calm before the storm
A serene siren singing the song of the drowned lover,
And it seems, I, the unlikely am just another.  
To my future lover if they can hear my voice,
Do not confuse my anxiety driven silence as mute by choice
Do not confuse my nervous stillness with profound elegance or poise

If our fates intermingle, I say let them be intertwined
The apple does not fall far from the tree,
nor the grape far from the vine
Let us not reminisce about what could have been,

But rather interlock lips, interweave grips never letting go
I just want you to know
I am here to loosen your rope
For to me, us, is enough
And together there could never be enough of us

~Another Dream Deferred