To the woman I have fallen for,
you know exactly who you are.
I saw you once from across the room,
and without a word,
you had me wrapped around your finger.
Our time together,
although it really wasn’t ‘our time’
and together we certainly never were,
was spent apart,
with an opportunity presenting itself
every so often
for me to take a glimmer of you.
I drew you into me like oxygen,
even when I did not want to,
and I remember thinking
how I wanted you as my own.
Even now, as I try to articulate this into words
it is difficult to fathom,
for you simply were yourself,
just as I simply was attracted to you.
The courage I needed to tell you,
(a woman who is totally out of my league,
for you have made your bed
with those I do not associate with)
that I had been crippled with an infatuation,
and the only cure to what ailed me was your affection,
was beyond my very comprehension.
Of course, I should have realised
you would be unavailable.
I don’t know if you lied,
maliciously or with omission,
it does not matter,
for I promised to respect your answer
and to never bother you again.
I had every intention of obeying
the decision I had conceived,
and could even become accustomed
to never having you at all.
But what I cannot become accustomed to,
is having to see you endlessly once a week,
not a month after I asked
for your affection.
There you are,
every week without fail,
You needn’t say a word,
nor do anything;
your very existence pains me
because until I see you again,
I am free from my feelings for you.
Then, I see you,
and every emotion violently re-enters my heart
and I become overwhelmed
with the burdening knowledge
that never will you feel anything for me.
I cannot move on either,
for no woman could ever compare to you
while a piece of you
remains right here with me,
even after I have tried, without success,
to remove you like poison from a wound.
I know how unhealthy this is,
and I have tried to avoid you,
but every path, inevitably,
leads right back to where I am right now.
There may come a time
when I never see you again,
and I will be so glad for this,
because finally, I shall be free.
But if I ever did see you again,
this I could not take,
and again I would be doomed to feel for you,
a romance that could never in a million years
compare to any other emotion.
I guess what I am trying to say is;
I absolutely loathe you,
just as I loathe myself,
because I unconditionally love you
with all my heart and soul,
and until the day
that neither of us are fated to meet again,
I shall remain,
singularly and hopelessly devoted to you.
On this note,
allow me to write,
I am, if you shall have me,
faithfully forever and always yours.
Sincerely and with kind regards,
the writer of this here verse.
SYNOPSIS: 63 quotes in regards to love
-true love is permanent.
-permission and chance is all that is required to begin a romance fulfilled.
-love is a timeless passion that echoes through the ages.
-like the wind and the air I breathe, love is something that is seen, but is never seen – something that is there, but never there – something that exists, but has no physical proof of its existence. It is the invisible killer of the heart, the fire that burns inside my soul and the one thing that keeps me going.
-I can’t offer you much, but I can offer you my heart. There was a time when that meant something.
-I promised to always love you. I have this insatiable habit of keeping my promises, so you needn’t ever fear me leaving you behind.
-never give up on love. It will never give up on you.
-who is the bigger loser? Someone who tries and fails to acquire that which they love most? Or someone who fails to try?
-a moment of change is a moment still, and a moment lost is a moment never found.
-I swore I would never love again – to preserve the memory of the last love I lost so lousily. But like all of the world’s most hated hypocrite’s, I could not even keep that one, simple promise, and here I stand for all to see – longing for a beautiful woman to come kiss me and begin a relationship everlasting.
-forever is a long time, but in regards to love, it ain’t nearly long enough.
-you can cheat on love, but love will never cheat on you.
-true beauty is on the outside. Pure beauty is on the inside.
-does love giveth life to the human heart, or does love taketh away? Who really is victim in the game of love, and who really is foe? Who will dare fight against love, who will dare go toe to toe?
-when I have eyes for someone I have eyes for someone; I don’t have eyes for anyone else.
-I believe we are all given lips at birth as to kiss the one’s we love.
-if I ask you to ‘shut up’, it isn’t because I hate your voice. It’s because I can’t kiss you while you’re talking.
-sex is the universal language.
-poetry is the ultimate seductress – her truthfulness is the glue.
-we can’t be doing that bad as a species, right? We have golden beaches, great towering cities, beautiful women, and this wonderful emotion called ‘love’. Now, tell me again, what is wrong with the human race?
-making love and having sex are so vastly different that calling them similar is downright outrageous.
-love making is an art form; it ought to be hung for all to see so that all who look upon its rare gorgeousness know exactly what such beauty truly is; ravishing and sublime.
-when you run out of words to describe the way you feel; when you can no longer express your love through a delicate kiss or a simple touch – then the only way left to show how much you feel is to make sweet, passionate love to the one you love and lust for as long as your beating heart will allow.
-red sky at morning? Someone’s heart must have been broken last night – I only hope it was not mine.
-the heart is but an organ. However, that don’t mean love can’t hurt it.
-breaking someone’s heart is considered criminal. So why ain’t their criminal punishment for it?
-you always want what you cannot have, so if I long for you, then that must mean you are to almost always be out of reach.
-sometimes the truth sucks, but a lie sucks even more. I guess it just depends how strong you wish the vacuum to be.
-is it better to be loved or hated? If someone loves you, it could be for nefarious reasons. If someone hates you, they hate you – nothing more to it.
-love triangles are reckless and dangerous. Like the Bermuda Triangle, people simply disappear. If triangles of love are so formidable, then a love cube must be something of hell’s most dire creation.
-love is the only feeling in all the world where you can feel unspeakable agony, whip-whirling emotions and a total loss of self control – and still adore every minute of it.
-taking risks in general is dangerous. Taking risks for love, or for a woman, is mandatory.
-an individual who will not stand up for love is an individual who shouldn’t stand at all.
-those who fight for country are courageous. But shouldn’t those who fight for love be too?
-the death of a dream means the death of a part of you. Never give up on them, no matter how foolish or ridiculous they seem.
-like birds, word of love rapidly migrates. Unlike birds however, it happens once every minute rather than once every year.
-true love means nothing without true meaning. When you love someone, you shouldn’t be attracted to anyone else.
-‘I love you, but…’ is not a fathomable sentence. How can you love someone, but…you cannot. You can but love someone and you can but not love someone, however, you cannot ever love but.
-love is love is love. It either is love or it isn’t. There is no in-between.
-sacrificing oneself, no matter how selfish the act might appear, is the ultimate sign of love.
-an infatuation is not love, just wishful thinking of a desire that never comes to fruition.
-love me, and I’ll love you. Hate me, and you’ll receive the same punishment.
-the loudest sound ever recorded was the breaking of the human heart.
-if you surrender your heart, be prepared for it to be taken prisoner.
-when you are infatuated with someone you see them as this picture perfect person without flaws or imperfections. Then when you finally see them for who they are, you realise you were once blinded, but no longer, for they are not the person you wanted them to be. They are but a shadow of the creation that you held in your heart and mind, for your initial infatuation was blinding you from seeing the truth – that they are not the one you seek to hold in your heart of hearts – they are not the one you seek to spend your life with for all eternity – they are no one at all.
-love has no equal. It makes its own choices; its own rules; its own regulations. We are its slaves, and never can it be defeated.
-one cannot live without that which is a part of them.
-if staring is considered rude, then whoever designed the opposite sex should never have made them so beautiful.
-if stealing property makes you a thief, then who are you if you steal away someone’s breath or their heart?
-the human heart is stronger than you may think. It can be bludgeoned, it can be bent, it can be broken, and even then it can still amaze you.
-everyday you wait for something good to happen is a day you will never get back. Find the one thing that makes you happy now, and hold onto that person forever.
-I don’t like to think of myself as a romantic, but as a realist. True love is as real as anything, and everyone should know this.
-a kiss means nothing, even a first one. It’s the passion behind it that has meaning.
-like all the best occupations, love is one you never wish to be fired from
-one should never say ‘I love you’ until they truly mean it. Even if the one they love says it first, one should never say the words until they truly mean them.
-if you don’t believe in love, what is your reason? For love has no reason not to believe in you.
-can’t breathe? Can’t eat? Butterflies in your stomach? Rapidly beating heart? Only one person on your mind? You must be in love! Enjoy this feeling my friend – enjoy this cursed pain, for it will not last that long.
-love is painful. If you are not in pain when the one you love is gone, then you should leave them be.
-I like the ideology behind monogamy cuz I like the idea of there being one person out there for me.
-love means something to me, even if it doesn’t to anyone else. I never feel it with ease.
-I have not yet found my true love, and in not doing so, I have not yet truly lived.
-attraction, feelings, emotions – all of these are but chemicals in the bloodstream. I choose to call them ‘love’ because it is my wish, my desire, my endeavor, to spend my life with that which makes me happiest – and I have never been happier than when I have felt these chemicals rippling throughout my system.
-‘I love you’ are but 3 random words joined together. I give them meaning by choice.
For anyone who has read my former poem ‘Untitled Beauty’, one would know that I based the piece upon a beautiful young woman who dressed up as Jedi Master Aayla Secura from the Star Wars universe for a ComicCon. I do not know her true identity, and I would really appreciate it if someone in the world could actually tell me such information…the link to the image and additional info on this topic can be found in the ‘end notes’ section of the original Untitled Beauty post which can be found at this link: http://wp.me/p24LWs-2H
This here is not a love poem – no, it is a poem of longing,
about hope, prayer, fantasy, discovering oneself and belonging,
which begins as every morning inevitably does. The light breaks through a moderate sized hole in the wall; the ominous ‘they’ call it a window,
but I call it a distraction, for it wakes me from my slumber where I dream I strike up a conversation with a rare beauty by saying ‘hello’,
rare beauty who is you. All the money in the world cannot buy me another minute in this fabulous fantasy,
where I kissed your sumptuously luscious and tender lips and you held onto my big, broad shoulders oh so delicately,
and I fear, the only way to experience this moment once again, is to physically find you and express
‘you are the only lover Untitled Beauty I have been frequently and hopelessly attempting to impress,
for you are the only young woman in all the world, if not the known universe I am constantly thinking of,
my sumptuously delightful lady of whom I hope to forever and always unconditionally love.
It is true, and it is a fact that I do not dare deny, that never have either of us yet met,
but even with that said, you are a young beauty I can never easily in all my years forget,
and if I am supposed to move on from this fantasy, where am I supposed to move on to?
for no one else in this great round world could ever tame this heart of mine for no one else is you.
Additionally, if I am supposed to move on, where am I supposed to go?
for you are the single greatest adventure of all time that I will ever know.
It is also true that I do not know your name, but, my darling, it is a two way street. You could ask ‘what name do you go by?’ and I’d reply ‘you may call me Naughty Nefarious’
and a giggle may suddenly spring forth from the corner of your mouth. I swear it is no joke, for a name is a name, and mine is mine, for my world becomes so much more delicious
the second I lay my eyes upon your pretty face. I feel so invulnerable, but the truth of it all is, I really ain’t all that tough,
and I fear that those three words that mean so much, but also so little, for they are said too often, in regards to you, I have not said enough.
Ma’am, I am certain you grew up in America, where as I’m from down under, from a state far adjacent to that of Perth,
and it would most definitely seem from our noble beginnings when we were born, God wanted to give us both quite the wide berth.
I dedicated my life to writing and gaining a doctorate, whilst you dedicated yours to staying at home,
loyally watching over your loving family with respect, like an unflinching, always trustworthy garden gnome.
In your spare time you use your remarkably athletic form and go dancing in the grim shadows,
whilst back in Australia, not everything is the stereotypical gullies and meadows.
However, what the two of us have in common are the numerous stars that we watch at night, and the clouds all black and blue;
that unusually warm touch you feel right now upon your shoulders young lady – that’s me, romantically thinking about you,
for I frequently hunger for your passionate affection, and I swear I’ll starve without you near,
and I wish we weren’t separated by oceans and continents, I wish you were with me right here.
I often wonder what is happening with the world, and where the old one I once knew and loved inevitably went,
and why all of the once potent emotion is being poured into pain and horror, and if it is emotion well spent.
What happened to the age old conception ‘treat others the way you want to be treated’?
for in this world, truth justice and mercy are sacrificed, and true love is defeated.
I hope this inevitability ain’t my fate, and if so, I ask you, give me another toss at the game of luck, give me a second chance,
for although I ain’t no proud patriot who can fight through thick and thicker, I am a strong believer in emotion, reminiscence and romance,
and I can assure you, I would bleed on the Union Jack to make sure the faithful stripes stay bright red.
No matter whether I’m alive or in my time of dying, I feel there’s nothing more to be said,
but I would ask that you do not become overburdened with sad and depressing emotions and burst into tears for me, and that you happily smile in remembrance instead,
and if the world was plunged into war tomorrow, I would participate if it meant I could keep dreaming about you inside my head.
When imagining a fantasy world in which we know one another I can picture a location of common place where you’re listening to Metallica
over the radio, their awesome rock n’ roll classics ripping through the speakers as you loyally jam to their tunes, before introducing yourself as ‘Aayla.’
It must be an expensive persona you are living as we attempt to guess your origins. ‘No’ you say, ‘I ain’t from Launceston, and I ain’t from Maribyrnong.
No, I am from nowhere near here. Instead, I come from a different place entirely with traditional working man roots, where Bruce Springsteen’s ‘Wrecking Ball’ is the theme song;
where the widely renown Star Wars theme is sung every night before dinner;
where the biggest loser can almost always become the biggest winner.
That’s right ladies and gents, I come from the mighty United States, and I will certainly return there soon,
so if you’ve something to tell me I suggest you confess it real quick, and by that, I mean this afternoon,
cuz come tomorrow I’ll be long gone, and young man, you especially, will be left on your own,
and being a pure blooded California gal and a pseudo Australian I can tell you twice, it’s awful cold when you are all alone.’
I have this uncanny feeling inside my heart and soul, one where I believe legitimately to have already lost you once, but I promise I won’t lose you again twice,
and to this I can assure you to ensure my promise fulfilled, I will commit to anything you ask of me and do whatever you say and I would take any advice,
no matter how fruitless it may seem, for I am officially sick of being alone, and all of this empty space;
I am sick to my stomach at being away from you and wherever you want I will meet you, any time or place.
For if feeling good is a crime (and I’ve never felt this good until I laid my eyes upon you), someone had better lock me up right now cuz I feel fantastic,
and in regards to all of your truth and beauty, and all the love in your gorgeous heart, I have officially become an addict
for you. But when it comes to love, perhaps I am simply and without a doubt incompetent
cuz I fall madly in love way too easily. Then again, perhaps I am a delinquent
for failing to expertly spot the difference between human life, unconditional never ending love and horrifying misery,
but even with this said, if I were to die tomorrow, I would never want to go to Heaven, unless you were up there waiting for me.
To have you rare angel, I will delve deep into formidable places where no hero dare goes,
and upon hearing this you might reply ‘really? Well, tell me Pinocchio, how long is your nose?’
I am no liar, you have to believe me when I say I think I love you, and to ensure your survival, I’d push you out of the way of a nuke.
You won’t ever need to be a fabulously rich duchess for me to love you, but if you were, and you were to ask of me, I’d gladly be your duke.
After hearing these words Untitled Beauty, it might be best that you throw away your key after locking all your windows, and barring all the doors,
and make a pact with Satan, or pray to whomever God you solely believe in, for no existing mortal entity can save you anymore
from my love, which is invulnerable to harm. However, in reality, I have to ask you, in regards to romance, how can it be a good thing if those we love are doomed to die,
after pledging all of our allegiances and our love into their lives, and rare angels such as yourself succumb to destiny and perish, before plummeting out from the falling sky?
But if this unfortunate fate were to become yours, to get you back, I can assure you, I would traverse through the village of the damned,
if it meant eternal happiness could return to me again, and I could one day have my loving heart safely under your command.
When the world is at its darkest, and I’m drowning in the depression of the rain
I simply sit back and gladly admire your beautiful picture once again,
and imagine what you might ask me if we were to meet. You’d enquire ‘Derek, Naughty, whatever title you choose to go by’, before asking what I am going to do for you,
and I’d truthfully reply ‘I would take the stars right out of the night sky if such an act could prove my love alive and whole, and I would paint ‘em pink and purple and even pure gold too!’
It may sound completely out of this world insane, but what I say is not a total fabrication, and it certainly ain’t a ruse;
if given but one opportunity to spend my life with anyone, you are the only person I’d always faithfully choose,
because sweet Aayla impersonator, you are without a doubt one in 7.4 billion.
Dressing up in all those outfits moreover, you look exactly like a saucy chameleon;
you look incredible; you look beyond inhuman; you look flawless; you are perfect undoubtedly,
and with those luscious red lips and that sugar sweet smile I just know you are destined to belong with me.
Sometimes the darkness wakes me up and sometimes the silence speaks so loudly it is deafening to behold,
for whenever I am without you Untitled Beauty, I suddenly feel so indescribably cold,
because it is only in your eyes that I believe I have found where I eternally belong
and never until this moment which stands before me now have I felt so immeasurably strong.
However, in this inhospitable place, I fear I might be labeled the interloper, or the pariah
because of you my darling, for being all that I’ll ever want, all that I’ll ever need; for being my eternal desire,
and, to put a stop to this, people may light up their torches and sharpen their pitchforks too, before coming to claim me,
and will point to those who can corroborate that it was I, the antagonist, who acted with such vile villainy,
for all the boys who look upon you are filled with lustful gluttony, and the women become so jealous
at your unfathomable angelic beauty, and as for I, you make me so romantically ravenous.
Remember when I said this was not a love poem my dear? Well, I have to admit that perhaps I lied,
and if such be the case you could always blame it on the demon I have within this heart of mine inside.
I can assure you, I do not write these words in order to gain power, and I will certainly never need the likes of money or fame,
especially after I win over your beautiful beating heart, for then I will have everything I’ll ever need once it’s you I claim,
and although I still don’t quite know you, from your personality to your values, from your general likes and the neighborhood
you grew up in, judging by your looks alone, you deserve to be erected centre stage in the middle of Hollywood,
and then, once I’ve identified who you are and more, as promised, I’ll spend my life staring lovingly into your eyes forever.
The chance, if even there was one which I doubt, of me falling out of love with you my darling rests somewhere between naught and never,
so if you have ever had grave concerns, I ask that you ‘don’t fret, don’t cry and don’t ever believe
that feelings from your heart unto mine is not the one thing that I have always wanted to achieve.’
THANK YOU FOR READING!
SYNOPSIS: About a man, or perhaps even a woman, who wonders what it would be like to be with the woman that he or she loves, and contemplates the wish of there being many different ways that could be optional to see if there is in fact a Heavenly future for the both of them, and the repercussions of said future.
There are things in this world you cannot change,
some people in this world you cannot love.
If only reality could be rearranged
so this Earth could reflect Heaven above.
Yet if that happened, this world would be over,
and I would lose my chance to tell you how I felt.
I don’t know if my heart could ever recover
the significant trauma that would be dealt.
Sometimes I wish the future could be seen,
so that I would know what the future holds;
I could discover a world where you are my queen,
turning my heart from ash to liquid gold.
Yet in real life if I said I wanted you
this facade would not be what you truly become;
I cannot foresee what you would possibly do,
but I know in my heart it would hurt someone.
What I write may never come out with ease,
but my heart cannot stay shut forever;
I only hope that you listen and that you please,
allow us a chance at being together.
Yet in the end you will never read this verse
and so my heart shall become frail, weary and dry.
Your inability to love me is my curse;
always absent from our kingdom of the sky.
It’s not easy for me to write these words,
because deep down I don’t know what to do.
You ever loving me is completely absurd,
yet I still wish to spend my life with you.