Three Simple Words
Oh, woe is the man that falls for you.
For in the light of day, your eyes, so keen, are like the blue steel of a blade which reflects the color of nature's perfect glade.
Your beauty, as constant and unfeigned as the wind, fills the air with flames which dance and are alight with a passion which can never hope to be contained.
And as a man, there is naught I can do, neither defend nor pretend that meeting you will allow me a peaceful end, for it has scoured my very being, leaving nothing but a heart, beating, beating, beating*, with the rhythm of life begun anew, and three simple words, meant only for you.
*please read the "heart, beating, beating, beating" section with increasing intensity through the repetition
Written by jmoon1020
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