You give the chance to rectify,
That which I-
Would nullify,
Silent words and a starry sky,
Kisses compensate time gone by,
Ineffable feelings and thoughts to blend,
Into something I can't comprehend,
Invoking something that doesn't end,
And testing what will break or bend.
You're a charming kisser- but you're not The Moon,
My Sweet Selene and her barren womb,
To which I cannot offer a child to groom,
And teach him the rites of the Wand and the Broom,
Water-Bearer, the fault is mine,
Forgive me for acting like all is fine,
I'm not one to see there's a finite line,
Till my eyes are misted by deep red wine,
This world of dreams I'm walking through,
Brings me back to thoughts of you,
Slams me hard into what is true,
Still limping-bleeding- I still pursue,
I have to say "I love you"...
Let it be a simple phrase,
Something showing beneath a haze,
Of emotions stirring, through these days,
But its not a lie, its not a phase.