So eagerly anxious you become
And I’d silently ach and remain calm
Your darkest thoughts you now may pour
I promise to listen and merely pore
But you close your eyes
Freeing joy- but o, the penetrating sadness…
Just as Thetis swallowed Achilles’ pain screams
as she immersed him in the Styx’s streams-
I would swallow the drops of burden from a spoon
just to find out what really lies in your head soon;
when you, so fearfully look into my eyes
You know, I try to read you, and realize
So eagerly anxious you become
And I’d silently ach and remain calm
Your darkest thoughts you now may pour
I promise to listen and merely pore
But you close your eyes
Freeing joy- but o, the penetrating sadness…
Are they shut to aid the hiding?
Or are the love clichés enforcing?
Why the eyes, they close at all
The gate into my lover’s soul.
What was once lust and nook,
is now naturally a brunch of love’s brook
So eagerly anxious you become
And I’d silently ach and remain calm
Your darkest thoughts you now may pour
I promise to listen and merely pore
But you close your eyes
Freeing joy- but o, the penetrating sadness…
But why feels it like a duty?
Why must I miss the glancing beauty?
My lover’s core, so complex
He claims the shutting’s a reflex
His eyes, his mouth- overwhelmed I am by thought
He is my cliché, that is what I love the most
So eagerly anxious you become
And I’d silently ach and remain calm
Your darkest thoughts you now may pour
I promise to listen and merely pore
But you close your eyes
Freeing joy- but o, the penetrating sadness…
Your eyes, your mouth- overwhelmed I am by thought
You are my cliché, that is what I love the most
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Infernity
