Untitled and Rightly So

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.