If you aren't proud to be my girl in front of the world
I'll still be your ***** little secrert
but know my heart is not fit so when you hurl it
be not afraid it may break on whateva it hits
as surely already't shall be long broken to bits.
An affair wants to spill,
to share of its glory
as a Lioness shares her ****,
Or an author his story
No act is so private it does not seek applause.
True love seeks the ALL & knowest time doth not pause
so as a consiquence
Passion never shys from standing up for this cause
uplifting the object you desire Human flaws and Awe
Ghouls shant go hating on her without those fools hating him
and right or wrong and vice versa each other they ever defend
'Else Love becomes a shadow of what it could have been
Not even if 'twere to never heard of such things
however unbeknowest t'will still be a sin
if in this dark world Love's Light isn't unfurled
if dead creeps into beauty & darkness roots its way back in.
best we be Happiest now intact with our Love there in
so for once instead it's the 'morrow that can't wait to see us again.
*John D Christmas* copyright *Nov. 2012*