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Blurt

When I think of the way we love

I spill Shakespeare like a fountain,

I spit rhymes like a rap star,

Words dance inside my chest.

 

Edith Piaf's lyrics hold the most acute reality

That I have to shut my eyes and sway

Translating the words is unnecessary.

The rhythm underneath holding all the meaning I need.

 

I can't compare thee to a summer's day;

You are most like a solid oak tree in my life...

An essential component to every season.

Adapting with a beauty all your own.

 

I don't only crave your mouth, your voice, your hair;

As Neruda would have you believe.

I crave your essence-

Found in the most precise way the your head twists

As you laugh...as you overthink...as you grow drowsy.

Only your eyes could reenact the look you have

When you're feeling most giddy.

 

Tupac Shakur and I "prayed and watched the distant stars",

And finally you appeared.

Shining so brightly I shut my eyes often,

Stunned by you.

Like a sunny day at the beach,

When you close your eyes and the sun's glow

Pushes against your eyelids; such is your love.

 

Pushing at the barriers

That keep my heart my own.

I want to stop the world and melt with you, forever.

I want you to know that even if you cannot hear my voice,

I'll be right beside you, dear.

 

Songs! Lyrics! Because if music be the food of love, PLAY ON!

And without borrowing other phrases,

I truly believe I was made for you and you for me.

 

No lyric I could sing,

No poem I could quote,

No metaphor I could construct,

and not even the bold truth of plain words

could EVER express how I feel for you.

 

But it doesn't stop me from trying.

I want to give you the luxury of taking the way I feel

about you for granted.

 

It will be that constant.

It will be that reliable.

It will simply be.

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ashley-lynn-leblanc
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Published
Jun 17, 2010
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© Ashley Quarterman 2010

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