Will
you?
How many times in life have you been broken? How
many times have they kissed you, hugged you, held you and promised you the
heavens? How many times have you woken up to an empty bed with a note of how
sorry they are they wasted your time? Your trust, is it still salvageable? Are
you ready to take into your heart another promise of eternity? Will you sit and
listen to me speak my part as I seek a chance to be the one holding your hesitant
hand?
I know they came to with songs and musical
instruments but my voice is too hoarse so I cannot sing a sweet love ballad
without turning it into a dirge. They wrote notes and threw them into your window
but that I can’t because my handwriting is bad. My words, they are not as
strong and tear evoking as theirs are but my hand, it is tighter than all of
theirs. My hugs are longer than all others combined. My legs are willing to
walk down the windings of the memory lanes and erase all the blotches growing
by the wayside. I am willing to risk loving she whose heart of glass has been
shattered, smashed to a million pieces. I am willing to kneel by the plant with
the withering stems and gather it back to its damp hole. What difference, you
might ask am I to bring into your life that the others haven’t? Well, I am not
the type to die on you. I am not that man who wakes up one morning to realize
his life is stuck in a muddy rut. I will be there when I am needed and will fade
into the darkness when you need some time alone. I am the type that stays long
after the sun has gone down and comes in early before it has risen. I am the
type that loves as he should whoever he should and however he should. For you I’ll
hold the sky in place and cup raindrops so you drink from my cup of love. For
you, I will not die like a flower caught in strong winds, not like a tear shed
in the hot deserts of the east.
Will the stubborn mare finally agree to be broken
by the sweet coos of the robin? Will you let me into your door?
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