As I lay in this darkened house
At the end of a snaking hall
I count
And recount
The times my heart was
Charred
And scarred
Tossed
And left to rot
By the most beautiful fall
Her name akin
All I needed was the closest friend

To whom shall I belong?

She can have it all
My gentle hands
Or a firm grasp
A poor beard
Or a close shave
Needed space
Or a warm embrace
And on her lowest days
I'd wipe the tears from her face

I'd be the man you've read about
The man you've dreamt about
I'd pluck the stars
And the moon draw nigh
Just to see you smile

Often I entertain
The thought
That
I wasn't meant To find
She who
Finds a way
To calm the violent waves
That plague my mind