RMC

I love deep and am consumed by
the little things like how your eyes sing.
I don’t know how I was brought
to it but my heart is a deep thing.

Broad like the Pacific waters,
deeper than the deepest trench.
My heart it soared but I lie
to myself from the pain since.

Open with a violin my symphony
in the sinews of my soul control
it does the tempo of the drums,
no words lift me like you do my soul.

I turn my head down to the ground,
because found I did the tune too close
to the things I need to be me
but always I think of you to hold.

Cupid struck off line but mine
is an arrow of fire that strengthens.
I hold my head low for your eyes
when they look at me, me they mention.

I’m not worth your time,
but the curious little tales
I tell myself I feel them well
though my environment is hell.

I see the sweetness in your tone,
my fancy is your sweet face.
I love how me you don’t condone,
it gives me something to chase.

I want to ride on a steed into war
to swear by your name.
I walk the ground in pain everday
to see your face so in ways it’s the same.

My travels have left me weary
to hell and back again I’ve been.
For you sweet beautiful soul,
I’d travel back to hell once again.

From now until the end of my spite
I will be me for today and tonight.
But before I rest my head,
I think of your eyes in the twilight.