*There is no way for you to know it, but
For me to say it, write it like I mean it,
A revelation, a firm oath, telling things like:
"My stubborn heart is a parked automobile
Waiting to be towed away by you."
Because the word "Wait" can be deceiving.
To lie at our Homeland beach in the summer
Of 2017 could mean patience or indulgence.
To fall in line on a counter could mean
Paying or just plain getting.
And to sit at a bus stop could mean
Going home or leaving things behind.
And so this pen tries and tries and tries
And (because King Jehoash stopped short)
Tries and tries and tries some more
To be a decent bouquet of flowers
Or an acoustic cover of a love song
Or a bag of truffles I never once tasted,
Though you don't even notice.
Dearest, I'd rather pursue you
With all that I got knowing full well
That I can possibly fail than to stop short
And spare my self from shame.
I cannot go half-hearted. I'm all in.
And I'm here to win your heart.
So help me God.*
© 2017 J.S.P.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
*There is no way for you to know it, but
For me to say it, write it like I mean it,
A revelation, a firm oath, telling things like:
"My stubborn heart is a parked automobile
Waiting to be towed away by you."
Because the word "Wait" can be deceiving.
To lie at our Homeland beach in the summer
Of 2017 could mean patience or indulgence.
To fall in line on a counter could mean
Paying or just plain getting.
And to sit at a bus stop could mean
Going home or leaving things behind.
And so this pen tries and tries and tries
And (because King Jehoash stopped short)
Tries and tries and tries some more
To be a decent bouquet of flowers
Or an acoustic cover of a love song
Or a bag of truffles I never once tasted,
Though you don't even notice.
Dearest, I'd rather pursue you
With all that I got knowing full well
That I can possibly fail than to stop short
And spare my self from shame.
I cannot go half-hearted. I'm all in.
And I'm here to win your heart.
So help me God.*
© 2017 J.S.P.
