Fingers locked in one emotion
eyes don’t stray, they’re falling skyward.
Watch the nights with lights exploding
Fireworks rain down, you’ll notice
confessions leave the heart exposed and
much too weak but keep your focus.

Just be brave and be courageous
She’ll thank you after for your love,
though you may think she is facetious.
Hesitation makes you mirthless.
Love’s like this: it’s full of hurt and
scars and petty disappointments.
While I learn the art of patience.
Come some day you’ll be her one.

Bend the doubts which mostly lead
to love’s inebriation
and watch my crimson patience
drain from full to empty.
We’ll fight in fright as floods
of rage are stitched to merry words.

She is every bit as lovely
and wistful as I know,
though every time she beams
her brightness is so blinding.
In love and years, I’ll wait
like this and nothing less.
The moment will come when all
the hopeful lies I hold,
I’ll trade them for her truth.

Though we’re young and full of folly,
limerence is a madness still.