10/15/10

Years In Days
By Peter Thorington


Such crisp pulses of time grew the most desired, prepossessing of roses
A shoot strong and treacherous enabling just few to ascend
For once the excursion had been completely, all that stood ahead was beauty
A beauty of the richest crimson, and the deepest and most exquisite redolence
A journey of intimacy and desire

One of length? The duration…insignificant
Two smiles met each other, and as blood rushed
Their desires met, through a battle nonetheless, but one worth a thousand days
Each day passing after struck one as thirty
Yet every thirty felt like a year

In three years, one could date, marry, or even bear a child
A boy had fallen and his heart was sold
To such a lyrical voice with beats of warmth in every appellation she speaks to him
Her heart, full and immense. She took him in
Yes, when he needed it most, but like a dove in morning
One longs to remain

Her hymn places endlessly through his body
Night and day he holds repeat for it is in his best of interests
In ninety days, his love that he had misplaced was found in the arms of another
Another of such beauty within and such elegance lingering on the surface
His heart skipped a beat the first instance his eyes caught sight of her
But it has never stopped beating so fast since

But a distance remains burdensome,
Something fights strenuously and infinitely
Above anything, it manages to overpower all
An uncertainty stared him in the eyes until
His lips inevitably spoke softly I love you


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