Her sarcasm cuts like a knife
Her dress writes like a poetry
She tells me,"That poem is too long."
My poetry is no song that can make her breathe

Her wishes turn to acrid gestures
I'm at the end of her condescension
And I lose face within
I once thought my chagrin lost me

Well, she tells me time's on my side
I realize that I'd been taken for a ride
Saint Augustine knows me
He says treat her carefully

He tells me she is the siren of the east
Well, the visions of Urma
Show me a future of dignity
Present and past are just two points of a compass

When the relationship ends
You are left with no future
We fought so much
When the car broke down

We didn't talk that much
We just kept pushing and pushing
Until the love was lost
It startled me when my past haunted me
Kings and queens nurtured me in my sleep

Walls and alleys forged later
Clocks had stopped
Her beauty ignores me still
Her shadow follows her and is too dead to dream

Like one possessed I kept praying for us
No more lies
No more hiding as I chased her
One day we will refuse each other

Another compromise
They say beware of your pride and false hope
A thing that you say when you are in agony
Her steel eyes and gold heart will **** you

Make kindness a rare virtue
Sometimes she gets so ornery
I cannot hide that I am ordinary

I want to instead explore
As extraordinary free men do
Be free of your visions of failure and downfall
As I grow into the cocoon

Where the circadian rhythm of crickets are dead
The butterfly has no wings
And is only used or abused as metaphor
When the day comes

I will love you with the stories of a thousand starry nights