[symetrik]

“You’re like an angel of love”; I knew it was destined to be.
”Like Cupid?”, she cooed, as she pressed into me,
and I would nod, wooed by the beauty I’d see
beneath white cotton cloth as she moved in the sheets.
I was awestruck; I couldn’t find a sentence to speak
as she got up and washed up and pretended to leave
like she had to befuddle all the rules that I loosely believed,
but she was the half of my puzzle that made us truly complete.

She was a path to relief. Eating apples and peach pie,
we would laugh through the weeks and dabble in sweet lies,
like we were passion released, like the rattle of breached skies,
as we dashed to the tree lines in a battle to keep dry.
Time is fleeting as it speeds by, and I could see why
she was leaving. Esteem only lasts ‘til the dreams die,
so I asked her to freeze briefly cuz she had to be mine,
and I enshrined her in canvas and unhanded her when promised I’d be fine.

-sigh-