to my lone poem
you are a lone poem.
i, another.
together?
we are a ballad.
a song of meticulously
stringed words
of lovely meaning.
the lyrics hold no value
to others of this cursed earth.
but to you and i?
it is a medley
(composed of you and me)
we know all too well.
because each day,
from then on,
our hearts have known
this orgasmic tune of love.
it has caused our
dreams to dance as one
within our pretty minds...
producing vivid images
of our assumed tomorrows.
of what it must be like
if it is to be just you and i.
so we unite as one
immersed in decorated time
(our tune).
we live in the know
that life could never be so blue.
for we are like the mesmerizing sun,
such a radiant yellow...
seeping in to turn the world verdant.
we are the light
in a darkening, hollow sphere.
we are shining stars
lining to create our own
undiscovered constellation.
as one,
we live in the know
that love is all we have.
had it not been this way,
life would be as such:
you, the lone poem.
i, another.
but don't you see?
together...
we are a ballad.
