(no subject)
Oh, Friend--
When I speak my love for you,
Do not mistake intent.
In our times "love" is held for Lovers
And speaking love is met with saucy looks
And silly gossip.
And should my lips try to grace your rounded cheek
Or curved lips,
Know I hold no lustful goals.
Too long has affection been mis-viewed,
Mishandled,
Hidden behind giggles,
Behind blushes,
Objectified and fantasized,
Made shameful,
Made a joke.
But alas! These are our times.
Yet let me say I love you,
And let me show affection with embraces or with kisses,
And the looks and gossips of our times will mean little
Will mean nothing,
Will seem ancient,
By comparison.
----
*shrug* I'll probably fiddle with it later. Just thought I'd throw it down before sleep made me forget.
When I speak my love for you,
Do not mistake intent.
In our times "love" is held for Lovers
And speaking love is met with saucy looks
And silly gossip.
And should my lips try to grace your rounded cheek
Or curved lips,
Know I hold no lustful goals.
Too long has affection been mis-viewed,
Mishandled,
Hidden behind giggles,
Behind blushes,
Objectified and fantasized,
Made shameful,
Made a joke.
But alas! These are our times.
Yet let me say I love you,
And let me show affection with embraces or with kisses,
And the looks and gossips of our times will mean little
Will mean nothing,
Will seem ancient,
By comparison.
----
*shrug* I'll probably fiddle with it later. Just thought I'd throw it down before sleep made me forget.