Reflections of My Perceptions
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I can only hope she find my touch tender enough
To heal the cracks and fissures
Carved upon her face by the incessant rivers
Of tears which eulogize love's dispiriting wither
Our flowers flourish in the midst of winter
The look on my face says I am with her
Her glow tells the world my light has lit her
Fire which has grown to a torch from a flicker
Which never wanes, even when we argue and bicker
Once she was bitter
The hickies she gives tells me the love bug has bit her
And we are drawn to one another like liquor to livers
Because she likes my package, and the way I deliver
So when we're together, we cut tension like scissors
And smother one another with hugs and kisses
With our every encounter, it seems the plot thickens
Our story is written by the smudge of our lips sticking
I'm not exactly sure what this is
But I know my heart was once scarred, leaving painful ridges
And I still sense a gap which only her presence bridges
We're not exactly Mister and Misses
But when the thought pops up, I cannot dismiss it
However I have been here before
In this same bed of roses only to see my hopes punctured by thorns
I have seen seemingly clear skies, suddenly overcome by storms
In the most peaceful of fields have grown the seeds of war
I have floated upon placid waters, only to see my sails torn
By the winds of change, harsh waves, ominous clouds formed
Thus I struggle not to become too accustomed to her warmth
But it is a strain for me to accept what we have as norm
For I always find comfort when I choose to conform
As I happily explore her body's every contour
Allowing us to soar like pair of condors
In the past, I used to still hunger for more
Even after feasting upon multiple prey I hunted for
But now I am quite content to bask
Hoping these precious emotions last
No longer do I wish to wear the player's mask
Instead I wish to carry out her every task
The emotions you have conjured have left me conquered
Queen status conferred, curled toes concur
My ears yearn only to hear your purr
With your words to spur me, I am as free as a bird
However, my only desire is to see your purpose served
Though it's early, I eagerly awaken to the morning
no longer in mourning for love lost,
I have long lived with love's falling
Yet I am no longer forlorn, for I now see love's forming
And I have been struck unexpectedly, without warning
Thus with the thunderous beat of my heart competes her calling
And repeatedly by the sweetness of her song am I drawn in
So much more than a poem, this piece is a drawing
For you to also appreciate the beauty of love's dawning
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