Blocked, and rather lost for words, my dear
Words, which would convey my love, but fear
Fear, which is supposed to be cast out
Cast shadows, in which there hides my doubt
Not you, for in ME is the wrong
Wrong, in timing, though it’s now forgone
Now; in strings of Nexts I want to keep
Nexts, to have and hold you as we sleep
Fie, for t’is not love that’s not enough
Love. Hoped I was made of stonger stuff
Stuff I have to learn – that life *will* teach
Life; of moments, wonder found in each
Don’t feel I have the information yet
FEEL – so much regard. So small regret.
Much love, and more each day as I behold
More of you, though this were ne’er foretold
Time, outside of Real, as it devises
Real, to us, for screen no more suffices.
Us. Though we’re beyond a definition
We’re here. With love; with doubt; therein contrition
Contrite, yet no prepared apology
Prepared in head and heart for uncertainty
Head might get fucked, but what else can I do?
Fucked – my Heart, it’s worth it all for you.