Feb 04, 2008 21:53
~~You, your good graces~~
If I but could command
The pencil to write
To the paper about
All your tender charms
It would be so
If I but could beg
The meadowlark to sing
To the heavens about
All your beauty
It would be so
If I but could plead
The moon to wax
To illuminate about
All your sweet features
It would be so
If I but could bade
All of the creation
To shower you with my love
It still would fall short of your glory
Your greatness
No not even my God above
Can surmount this, my love
For you and all your good graces
Surmount heaven and all other places
~~Your arms are sturdy~~
I make schedules of money
and of precious time
surrounded by my fears
mellowed with desires
maybe I'm too
structured for love
too shallow for the
warming pleasures
of all my insecurities
rested at ease
within your arms
as we exchange our
schedule and times
intertwined into
mine, all mine
forever dear
forever here
in your arms
~~Mike the Starbuck guy~~
Sleek black coat
Standing strong and sturdy
He has a whimsical
Almost made up
Feel, James Dean
Style as he
Grinds and brews
The elixir
So tasty on my lips
So sweet
I prayed you here
We connected
I think, you looked my
Way as I wrote
Of your angelic
Face and yet
You hesitate
Perhaps it is not
Quite ready
Our love
So coffee will make my suffices,
One of my many vices
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