"But…"
"Tell me I'm beautiful"
She said as I looked up and saw (to my delight)
The guardian of my desires, the keeper of my dreams
And the symbol of all I hold essential
"Tell me I'm beautiful"
Softly she repeats
This time gazing with tender eyes
Away into the far off distance;
The distance of infinity she finds
In my eyes
"I could and my dear I would"
I tell her,
"But you'd never believe me"
She looks at me, confused
So I smile, sweep the hair
Away from those perplexed
Eyes of hers that call and long
To hear those sweet words.
I think to myself:
"If you could only see what I see,
Then you would surely know,
How if I could spend my everyday
Pouring your essence into canvas,
It would never be nearly good enough.
Not even the glow of this world's sunsets,
Nor life itself could match the kind of beauty,
I find... right here in front of me"
"Tell me you love me"
This time unsurely, pleadingly she cries,
While the cool melody of spring plays,
Ever so gently against her cheeks
"I could and my dear I would"
I tell her,
"But I'm afraid I'd be lying to you"
Unmistakably, a tear streams,
Down the face of my angel,
But I wipe it away, plant my hand
Around her cheeks of rose
And I kiss her most assuredly,
While I draw my forehead to hers
And whisper:
"I don't love you, for my sweet,
Such a word is hardly fitting,
To describe the depth of emotion
And the height of feeling,
I hold in my heart.
I'm all yours for the taking,
Whether for safekeeping,
Or torturous making,
You'll have all of me. "
"Tell me you'll never leave me"
She says frightened and desperate,
While the icy hands of winter,
Tighten their grip around her.
"I could and my dear I would"
I tell her,
"But I'm afraid it would be better if I showed you"
So I take her into my arms,
And pull her into a deep embrace,
Until all that remains is nothing but
warmth.
Then to her ear I softly whisper:
"My angel, you know I'd never,
Leave the very place I have
Come to call heaven,
And that place I find,
Right here in your embrace.
So tell me you'll take me prisoner
And sentence me to life in your arms,
Because I refuse to run,
Away from the one thing
that means the world to me."
"I could, and my dear I would"
She tells me,
peering into boundless infinity,
The symbol of all things I hold true
whispers back:
"But ... I'd rather kiss you"