The story of a rare true love. |
I was 12 years younger than 32 It was the first time that I met you Our eyes—they met—across that crowded café …It was all the jazz, it was a perfect cliché. They say don’t count chickens until your eggs hatch They say your heart will just know your perfect match I’ve been told it always happens when you don’t expect it to And that if it’s meant to be, you’ll just know what to do Well I have no chickens, and I love being free And I don’t expect anything, so you shouldn’t trust me So why did you call, and why do you stay? And why have I seen you so many times since that day… Tell me why my heart flutters so much when you’re near Give me the name of this…exquisite fear I don’t know what it is, I don’t know why You’ve become so much of me, I can’t let it die Your voice is beside me though you be not near And every word you spoke to me, I hear crystal clear You envelop my senses, and ensnare my mind And everywhere I look, your presence I find In the endless blue of the sky, the shine of the sea I see your arms beckoning, your voice calling to me From far away, and across’t barriers of time Spinning my heart with the words of love’s rhyme But it’s been too long, left a silence to deep And my heart falls into faux death, like sleeping beauty’s sleep Though I look for you always, you stay far away And I’m left with mere memories of each perfect day I grow hopeless, and helpless, days drift into years And such a shell I’ve become, impossible are tears Merely a husk of what I once was, when distant you weren’t When everything was picture perfect—and now the pictures lay burnt I am 12 years older than 32 My memories haunt, with each of them you Our eyes haven’t met in 24 years And since then I’m incapable, still, of tears I refuse to eat poultry, cliché’s drive me mad And every day of my life, I regret what we could’ve had It did indeed happen when I never expected it to… But destiny did everything it wasn’t supposed to do I live far from a farm, and I hate being free And that you can’t trust anything has been proven to me Never again did you call, and you could no longer stay And those memories still haunt me to this very day But you taught me to live, and to laugh, and to care And I lived a love that was, if anything, rare I had it so shortly, but forever it shall be My vision of heaven—the utopia for me One thing I should mention, that never I said Was when you laying dying, though love's never dead And you kissed me and held me, and whispered goodbye And I held you in that hospital, watching you die Your breath was stolen, and mine was as well And in that moment, I was thrust into hell Your mouth grew slack, and your eyes grew dim The only solace I knew, was that you were with Him Once more my lips pressed to yours, now so cold All I heard was your voice, of what I'd been told That you loved me forever, and forever we’d stay In that perfect moment of moments—when we met that first day. |