so what if when I
enter the bed
weary kajal under my eye
i'd wipe your tears away,
and gaze at the face of my angel
holding on, for our sleep serene.
won't sound good
cuz I dont really feel like it
we'd save it for another day
a day when this song will be everything you hear
and your heart's desires are fulfilled
sometimes I'll be happy
other times I won't
pick your clothes off the floor
I'll learn to borrow strength from you
so that, when you need respite,
i will not burden you, but fend for myself
what if there's no
sense and rhyme or reason
no rules to abide by
we'll write our own songs.
our words, wrought from sheer poetry,
will lend order to our boundless being.
I might not feel
as warm as I do
on other nights
i will shelter you from the cold,
in the proximity of a roasting fire, alive with warmth,
your night shades all premise null, my night is but submitted to yours.
I might not give
but expect a whole lot
i will learn to be patient,
to learn compromise, and the art of giving
so that i may give YOU all that should be yours.
maybe I won't show
what I'm feeling
or what I want you to make me feel
i will learn your every contortion,
to read you like my mind,
to write in your pages, to cherish your texts.
will love still be as selfish,
we will yield to it's whimsical pleadings,
give of ourselves; drained to the base, never to wallow
and this love once shared, need not be returned.
will we still sit
under trees in the unyeilding
we'd sit at night by a fire,
rekindling our spirits,
waiting for the radiance of a glorious dawn.