Genre: Rhyme, Love, Relationship
Love by Bryan Chan
Do you have morphine?
Cause it hurts just looking at…
Nevermind that
Those lines fall flat
From the actual words
Which one contemplates
When one is inert
To react
In the presence of the proverbial angel
Flawless at every angle
Even the proverbial cripple
Would undeniably be able
To “proverbially” stand for that
A wit as sharp
As the shiniest harp
That has played at my heartstrings
Mozart and Bach
Unfamiliar to my ears
But all so distinguishable
By the fragmented soul
Which attains this heart
This is me
This is he
In love at the seams
It shows in his ability
To abuse his mind
To speak of words
That never exist
In the presence of the girl
As “extrasimpobashalant”
Than his mind can conjure
When in a situation
Such as this
Or in every other time
He thinks of her kiss
Skin of moonlight
Eyes of starlight
Born of twilight
That’s what she is,light!
Photons of an infinite spectrum
Indefinable by refraction
As every angle is
Critical
To every fibre of my being
I fall into folly
Clair de lune?
Not even close,Debussy
Mona Lisa?
Who is she,Davinci?
When compared to the beauty
A portrait which flows
In the crevice of my mind
To the centre of my soul
She moves in beauty
As natural as Gaia
The foundations which makes her
An ever lasting fire
Of hope
In a world
With no tomorrow
She is my beacon
My bacon
My sunny side ups
The simple happiness
When I wake up
Each morning
I am the jester
I am the fool
She is the murals I look upon to
At the chapel of sixtus
A few feet away
Yet unable to grasp
Yet i grasp it’s beauty in full detail
How can this be?
How is this real?
So here I am
A feet away
A meter from your existence
A mere milimeter in distance
Of space
But I am a light-year away from the red
Numb
Dumb
Glum
Drying in the sun
Like Patrick and the sponge
When you are the lamp
How can the one thing that gives me life take it from me? That is she.
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