You look to me with such clarity.
A sense of durability,
with a dash of humility.
The impossibility, of the greatest infallibility.
Leaves me quaking from your all desirabilitys.
Tranquility, before the fall.
White hot, rush,
over the wailing-wall.
The infamous red curtain-call.
Entering the entrance hall:
urban sprawl, to reinstall
the purpose to this circus for all.
"I love you."
There I said it,
removing my bulletproof-vest.
What a relief,
from upon my chest.
Undressed flesh of my *******,
the indirect test, to attest your barest of virtue.
It's your turn, my love...
To return the favor.
Speak the words,
I know I'll savor.
"I love you.", say it with meaning.
"I love you.", prey for it while you're sleeping.
"I love you.", lay with it while dreaming.
Know: I saw you trip and fall...
as if it was a variety show.
Even though, the desire to know, was still there.
I wanted you...
Nay,
I want you...
I wanted you,
to know,
I saw you take the fall.
I like rhyming.