The Ways in Which We Walk the Earth

Call Me a Fool...

Call Me a Fool...

Flowers and chocolates are thrown aside,

to tenderly brush lips for the first time.

Petals, shade of wine,

dip into the freshly sodden grass with the fall.

Running my fingers through your cinnamon tangles,

to hold you gently in my hands,

enraptured by your lustrous eyes.

Call me a fool,

but I do believe you're the one.

Feelings parted by another,

I held the pieces of your broken heart.

Without a word protesting,

I left you to him,

with fleeting infatuation

too soon, too falsely called love.

Through victories or battles lost,

love means to never leave your side

unconditional whether you could ever be called mine.

Furtive looks of passing public

trying not to stare

at us embraced still under trees

swaying ever lightly in the air.

What are we but a fairytale

sprouted from now forgotten tragedy.

This moment is ours.

Hand in hand,

minds racing with elation,

we do not speak, but smile 'til it hurts.

Absence of words does not silence our like-speculation,

breathless from giddy bewilderment

that warmly flutters under our skin.

Recharging your grin with a whiff of the roses,

the sun melts like butter in the sky.

Call me a fool,

but I know you're the one.

Since I met you,

to the day my eyelids cease to open

at another glimpse of life,

I could never be with anyone else.

My best friend and my true love,

for you, my devotion

will never die.