|If you asked me through them,
those eyes, the endless splendor
caught in the wake of your soul.
If you asked me to be yours,
it would be--it would be,
so certainly as if it had always been.
No measure of heaven can define,
no linguist of emotion can interpret
the lies I tell myself,
that I am not a worthy queen
for you to waste such beauty on--
that I am not fit to serve your heart.
I would show you with my words,
but words fail me in your image
graces and gratitude long gone
replaced by an everlasting yearning--
for you, for your approval
for your voice, touch and smile.
So I will wait now, as I would forever
until the words should come to me--
I will wait where the sun meets sea
between the lines of reality,
where you have so lovingly sent me.
I will wait for you there.
No trite reality can compare to this,
no plays of practiced affection
made upon a stage of adulation
can ever commend your spirit, and soul.
Though many have tried to mimic this
you are unique to me, as I would have it.
And if you asked me with your eyes,
to be the same for you,
if you asked me to be yours...
It would be--it would be,
as it has always been my love,
and as it always shall be.
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