look what paul wrote me
A love song, for you. [18 Oct 2006|02:50am]
paul_42
The pavement glistens, freshly washed amid the humid surroundings, the soft rain has ended, a delicate lead-in to my entrance, stage-right (my left, your right) -
Lingering touches and caresses haunt my short term memory, and I turn on my radio and
Ferry Corsten is echoing my thoughts through electronic beats, our rhythm and romance perfectly in sync…
And it occurred to me:
I love you more than every dashboard confessional song ever written, I love you more than senses fail loves screaming, I love you more than Liberal arts majors love to use the prefix ‘post-‘ I love you more than English majors love metaphors and more than physics students love their vector maps, more than biology students love their proteins, and more than math majors love to integrate shit… by parts, I love you more than bio-chem students love their ramachandran plots. I love you more than Poly-sci majors love the sound of their own voice. I love you more than Deconstructionalism sucks.
But I can’t explain why- there’s just something about you that crying into the microphone and having long hair could never explain. There’s something subtle about your beauty that screaming and only playing in one octave could never capture. There’s something so beautiful about you that no liberal arts major could compare to their favorite indie band (but they’d try.) You are too complex for any literary device to capture with the exception of astonishingly accurate alliteration. You have a kinetic energy that can only be overcome with a perfectly inelastic collision (with an object with greater momentum.) You have such beautiful ocular organs, the delicate blue of a litmus strip, a laugh that sticks in the mind and like a frequency that creates resonance and shatters my heart each time it rings out - My love for you crushes chi squares and tramples t-tests beneath it’s awe-inspiring confidence value, breaking the back of any bell curve and stonewalling statisticians, that would dare to doubt our chances. I’ll hold you close until the English majors finally finish quoting Chaucer and until the last poly-sci major runs out of breath. I will hold you in my arms as the sun sinks below the horizon, bleeding onto clouds, as the stars fade into existence.
I’ll wrap you in my arms as we stare up to the stars… the stars glisten, like pavement after a soft rain…
paul_42
The pavement glistens, freshly washed amid the humid surroundings, the soft rain has ended, a delicate lead-in to my entrance, stage-right (my left, your right) -
Lingering touches and caresses haunt my short term memory, and I turn on my radio and
Ferry Corsten is echoing my thoughts through electronic beats, our rhythm and romance perfectly in sync…
And it occurred to me:
I love you more than every dashboard confessional song ever written, I love you more than senses fail loves screaming, I love you more than Liberal arts majors love to use the prefix ‘post-‘ I love you more than English majors love metaphors and more than physics students love their vector maps, more than biology students love their proteins, and more than math majors love to integrate shit… by parts, I love you more than bio-chem students love their ramachandran plots. I love you more than Poly-sci majors love the sound of their own voice. I love you more than Deconstructionalism sucks.
But I can’t explain why- there’s just something about you that crying into the microphone and having long hair could never explain. There’s something subtle about your beauty that screaming and only playing in one octave could never capture. There’s something so beautiful about you that no liberal arts major could compare to their favorite indie band (but they’d try.) You are too complex for any literary device to capture with the exception of astonishingly accurate alliteration. You have a kinetic energy that can only be overcome with a perfectly inelastic collision (with an object with greater momentum.) You have such beautiful ocular organs, the delicate blue of a litmus strip, a laugh that sticks in the mind and like a frequency that creates resonance and shatters my heart each time it rings out - My love for you crushes chi squares and tramples t-tests beneath it’s awe-inspiring confidence value, breaking the back of any bell curve and stonewalling statisticians, that would dare to doubt our chances. I’ll hold you close until the English majors finally finish quoting Chaucer and until the last poly-sci major runs out of breath. I will hold you in my arms as the sun sinks below the horizon, bleeding onto clouds, as the stars fade into existence.
I’ll wrap you in my arms as we stare up to the stars… the stars glisten, like pavement after a soft rain…