To the One Who Has My Heart
It’s weird how tragic you are.
Whipped in this billow of fantasy.
A cinematic symphony.
How uncertainty seems to
Hold onto you like a cloak.
How like dashing smoke,
You evaporate when I am set in this paramount trance –
I tend to exaggerate but even then
Pretentious as it may be
You truly are a classic Greek tragedy.
Because unlike all stories
You start with sweetness.
Oh, you are more than cold to the touch
But that didn’t matter much.
Your infectious cadence drew me closer
And though you poser, posed as a threat
The deal was done, the time was set.
To indulge in you, summer sky blue
Is a reality beyond measure.
Even in ice, your delicate, subtle sweetness is to me one of life’s simple treasures.
I cherish you.
Even now. The memory of you, I will allow
Because in this moment, eleven past three
My bowl of bubblegum ice cream is now empty.