Ageing Love
by: Dan 'V
Alone in another equilibrium;
Living in a prison of regrets that
number of offenders is just one.
My heart beats out of my chest,
pumping blood so violently
my tears stain red;
Oh what a way to die,
I must have nine lives,
I died many months ago inside.
Dare to dream of happiness
fore it feels like I’m betraying the word,
I exist in.
A life among people isn’t easy
feeling the burning of eyes eroding my flesh,
Mistakes I’ve made by you
leave an eclipse in my head.
A black hole of dismay still remains.
Then you came into my life
a shooting star in the night sky,
shown as a blip in a perfect wind,
The weight of the world,
you are mine.
Tie a ribbon to the old willow tree,
Seduce me with dignity
time and time again,
I ask myself why you are still here;
Please humour me;
ask your father for his blessing,
your mother for my forgiveness,
you were my friend;
a companion with a craving lovers eye;
Teenage girl playing the part of a lady,
how many times must I spell it out?
I-LOVE-YOU,
yes you,
not her, nor her and defiantly not her.
You!
Your eye’s light up the entire universe,
You, with the sense of humour
that would fill an entire room with applause.
My girl, with enough elegance
to charm the birds from the tree’s
as you mould against me.
Fires remain warm at your side,
Why;
because you’ve set my heart a light!
Passion and lust now compresses
from the tips of my fingers,
contact with your eyes as my
immature past frazzles away.
I’ve accepted I need to grow,
In our relationship;
but more importantly as a man,
place a flower in my hand.
A vintage bottle of wine,
I am aged and matured.
Taking control of my future
It was the talk from our priest that did it.
His words made a great impression on me,
“Why do you love this woman”?
Why do you wish to marry her?”
he said,
as thoughts fulfilled my reply
I never remember what I said,
I was so nervous.
Birds flying, rockets swirling in the blue sky,
that was our holy day.
The day we wed;
a red sky at night;
a delight,
passions between us ignited
a thousand fires brightened,
fireworks with an instant glare,
thanks to us.
A honeymoon never tasted so suite.
Two shapes of gold attached to our frames,
enforcing a bond made between us animals.
Life-force continued by mutters of
I love you.
In my last moment of solace
I remember the last question I was asked
by the priest, it was
”Last of all who is this woman”
I replied,
“This woman, it could be anyone in the world”
