I’m here to support your miniocrity
Just as you support my minutia.
It’s as if we were hexagonal snowflakes
Sprinkled amidst a cold Aleutia.
There’s nothing to distinguish us
From any other pathetic wretch.
We’re nothing but gray carbon specks
In an unimportant charcoal sketch.
Only one thing makes us special:
Tender love’s reciprocation.
Love fills us, making us more than we
Are without our adoration.
Your physiognomy bleeds through
To your clothes. Why do you wear blue
On Valentine’s Day, when some red
Should grace your sweet pleasures instead?
Is it because you know that I
Would have a most euphoric eye
Upon seeing you in that hue
That most serves to scintillate you?
It’s like coating my eyes with glue,
They’re ecstatic’ly stuck, ’tis true,
On you, my rapture so well clad.
But, should it chance that you feel sad,
I’d delight to make you cozy.
How I could make your cheeks rosy
And fulfill your hedonism!
Your face shows your optimism,
Fleshy for wont of affection.
How I love your dark complexion,
Your brooding and passionate way
As evinced by your shirt today.
Let’s change the shirt for something less
Sad, for I’ll give you happiness.
Whatever could these struggles do,
But make me so much more love you?
That’s the blessing of marrying
Young, before the heart’s despairing
Because it never found a mate,
Since its pride made it wait too late.
It is well we wed ere we were
Established like ancient Ashur,
For by so doing we may prove
Our constancy and profound love
By riding out together the
Fierce, buffeting waves of life’s sea
And temptation’s gusts, so that we’ll
Be able to more deeply feel
Appreciation and respect,
Since we were able to direct
Ourselves worthy of a medal
For our battle proven mettle.
Otherwise we might easily
Cave in at the first sign of the
Problems that all marriages will
Face, being made of tin not steel.
Our matrimony’s strengthened in
The furnace of youth’s affliction.
Do not cry; you have not lost me.
Don’t bathe your face in useless regret.
I am leaving for a short time,
But we are eternal. Dost thou forget?
Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh,
We are one, Siamese, and beating
With one shared heart. Your pains are mine;
Everything you suffer is repeating
Like an echo to my mind. We
Bear these burdens together. Our strength
Is united faith in what we
Know will extend well beyond time’s length,
As we measure it by this earth.
It is foolish to believe that we
Can only be together and
In love here, ignoring eternity.
If silly to think our love ends
With the commencement exercises
Of death, then sillier ’tis to
Think love fades when distance ostracizes
Two as united as we are.
We are not until death doth us part,
But time and all eternity.
Love has no end nor start.
So, maintain the dignity of
The promises and vows we have made.
If I should venture many years
Or miles away, then do not be afraid.
The law of conservation of
Love states that love can’t be created
Or destroyed, it can only be
Converted into a more elated
Form, which form you’ve proven to be.
You’re all that matters in life to me.
It doesn’t seem like heaven could be
Heaven, unless I had you endlessly.
Our love’s not ruled by gravity,
For distance does not diminish our
Pull. Indeed, if at opposite
Poles, our attraction’d but grow in power.
Though I were trapped where no sound could
Carry the vibrations, “I love you,”
Surely our love could still travel,
For it needs no medium to pass through,
And having found each other safely,
It would deliver its message, for
Love can travel through space and time
To find a warm greeting at our soul’s door.
Within a crucible we’re sealed,
Where we are able to melt into
Each other, becoming a much
Stronger alloy than ere this pas-de-deux
Of devotion we danced and thus
Ceased to solitary strangers be.
We’re insep’rable. We are held
Together by the bonds that make us free.
Worth more to me than finest gold;
The greatest treasure to behold.
Reflecting innocence as a mirror—
There never was a damsel dearer.
She lives and walks in quiet grace;
Her very words are silk and lace.
Her eyes are moons of radiant light;
Her skin a smooth and creamy white;
Her lips an Eden’s paradise
Worth any pain or sacrifice;
Her hair cascades in nocturnal tresses.
She is the very proof that God blesses.
She is a maiden virtuous and kind
In heart and soul, body, thought, and mind;
Endowed with a charm and elegance
To match her faith and intelligence.
A precious jewel for all to see—
My blossom of divinity.
Truly, you must be a goddess,
Because whenever I’m near you,
My eyes find themselves averted,
Despite what they might want to do.
What divine voluptuousness
Makes my eyes fear the luscious view.
They don’t want to seem perverted;
Though thy form they long to pursue.
All Aphrodite’s loveliness,
Ceres’ fertility, and two
Siren’s couldn’t be converted
Into one powerful as you.
I’d love to be stranded with you
And lie with you on the sea shore.
We’d frolic in the lagoon blue;
Your lips would be mine ever more.
We’d warm the tropical weather
And have slow dances in the rain.
Our feet would think the sand heather.
Love would be no legerdemain,
Although it would seem magical,
This perpetual honeymoon
Where nothing’d be more tragical
Than having a kiss end too soon.
With nothing to distract us, love
Would become our true native tongue.
The old stars looking from above
Would long to be in love and young.
And on those same stars I would wish
To continue sedated bliss,
Living off coconut and fish
And your revitalizing kiss.
Dancing in the autumn cool
‘Neath the multicoloured grove,
Where fallen leaves are rustling
Softly, and wind-borne leaves rove.
There’s a shower of whirling
Colours floating gracefully around.
They seem quite mesmerized that
True love they chanced to have found.
Floating, they join us in dance,
Falling like we are in love.
High branches, like my heart, are
Pouring more out from above.
We are separated from
The world by our pure passion.
Likewise, the leaves from the trees
Part in similar fashion.
Is it odd that this moment
Put us in love’s dimension,
Where we are free from our cares
And mundane apprehension?
Your suave skin entices, and
Your toboggan I remove
So that the wind might deal with
Your hair as it should behoove.
It streams out long behind you
Like love through eternity.
I swear as your beauty shines,
I hear a sylvan melody.
It comes softly on the breeze,
Just as love comes silently,
Announcing its sweet presence
Quite clairaudiently.
The mind perceives its coming
Long after the heart has known.
Oh, why can’t every moment
Be an autumn day alone?
Wilt thou my Penelope be
As I wander across the sea?
Wilt thou still be my cherished queen,
Wonderful after all I’ve seen?
Wilt thy faithfulness persevere
As Sirens I seek not to hear?
Wilt thou be dressed in loyalty,
Despite the tempting royalty?
Wilt thy cunning eschew thy grief
When there seems to be no relief?
Wilt thou be free of any guilt
Upon the bed that I have built?
Wilt thou be undaunted by death
Long after my last ragged breath?
Wilt thou remain mine forever,
Though great should be this endeavour?
Is birth just like falling off
A cliffside out of heaven?
Do some of us stand idly,
While others count to seven
And take a leap ne’er looking
At where on earth they will land?
Do we cheer or cringe at their
Splash? Does someone take our hand
And vow they’ll jump if we will,
Though they’ve no intentions to
Jump with us since they wanted
To see if we’d follow through
With our pledge, and laugh to see
Our startled little faces
Disappearing through the mists
To unangelic places?
Were there those who double dared
Each other into flying
Off carelessly? Is birth here
Equated there to dying?
Were there those who did not know
Any better when they fell?
Were there some who wanted to
Get o’er with it? Do you yell?
Perhaps there were some anxious
Souls afraid of the cliff’s height.
Did Heavenly Father push
Them o’er, much to His delight?
Were there sleep walkers who took
The plunge by accident? You
Would recognize them, for they
Are clueless in this life, too.
Does your attitude before
Shape what it will be like here?
Do we have parachutes? Is
The landing very severe?
Midnight Musings from Melancholy Muses 