You say to cherish the moments we have together

Even when they are clearly imagination

A portrait of what we should be

But not of what we are

We are a love crushed and thrown into the wind

To be spread apart and around with water and sand

You say that I should be happy to be spending another night next to you

My first inclination is to agree; however, why should I?

A temporary sleep is nothing to the daily shifts of work called life

Sleeping next to a beauty means nothing to me

If she flees from the nest once dawn arrives

A pretend game, show and tell, truth or dare

These are the premises of our current affair

You told me you loved me back more than three years ago

That was the day that gave birth to my definition of love

Which, since then, had been the 5'3", hard headed, easily frightened, highly motivated, shapely bodied, truthful and faithful (mostly), never lazy, mostly hastily, moving rapidly, lovely catastrophe, and black beauty, which you have always embodied

This is still my definition, but now I'm wondering if the thesaurus has any synonyms to offer me

As much as it's it's hard for me to turn a page ending the word play that has influenced my life since I was sixteen

As a twenty year old man, I must say, it's hard to keep a steady hand off the page

Moreover, Investigations into your movements are made by me daily

Yet never to avail, these fruits are not stationed for the picking

Even if they were, they would be a sturdy shell for a rotten core

For that is where the heart collapses

Your heart, and it's love for me

Not without reason, and not completely forgotten, as you ask me if I'd like some pizza

However the delivery man, never delivered anything to me that I couldn't have obtained by myself

Way back when I looked to you to deliver me from myself

Knowing that is a fools desire and an even bigger fools conquest

We are lost in usefulness but high in meaning like Latin

Maybe some great magician will appear and grant us a perfect match and happy separation

But I doubt it, just as I doubt the curled lips of your smile, as you ask me about my day.