The Final Sacrifice Of My Heart

for some woman at the gym

All alone the words I wanna say to you fall to pieces broken by the Hammer of Silence.

Everyday when I see you I wonder to myself ‘Would her voice make a Nightingale cry in Berkeley Square?’

You’re Cleopatra eyes are exhilarating beyond any known comprehension.

The only true crime you’ve committed is being blessed with lethal beauty that could kill a red rose.

Could you accept me for how grotesque I am physically?

Are your caressing hands as soft as a swan feather?

Through an open window I can see us in Miami overnight cruising the streets devouring the sights left and right.

I dig your Greek physique because it’s so unique.

Passion and anger fuel me everyday when I workout because I broke through the massacre of my ex cause I’m a survivor and I keep going still looking for mrs. right.

Take me as I am: real, true, and passionate.

Forgive me for not having a flashy car to impress you with.

Forgive me for not having bankrolls in my pockets.

Forgive me for lacking the superhero body requirement necessary.

If you breathe no more let my breath bring you back from the Reaper’s clutches.

Would you mind if I gave you every part of me?

Would you like if I could take to you to ecstacy and beyond?

I am The Brave Little Toaster fighting to rekindle my candle of love but I have no wick.

I have been left decayed and broken can you rejuvenate me with your love?

I’d love to see your eyes open like a fresh rose covered in dew in full bloom.

I am Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer whom is different standing for what I believe in.

Little kids and lethal beauties like yourself are my Kryptonite that bring me to my knees.

I use to fly with solar angels but my wings have burned to ash; can you help me regain my wings so that I might fly with you at my side?

I’ve been through heartbreak twice and from that I’ve triumphed by losing almost 50 pounds from it.

I am Wolverine minus the adamantium claws fighting to regain my memories from my youth.

Could your voice curb my depression that poisons my spirit?

Would the flesh and bone burn away from my hands because your skin is so toxic like King Midas’ touch?

Tell me what is your fantasy that you need fulfilled.

Tell me what makes you cry.

Tell me what makes you laugh.

Tell me what your ambitions are.

Tell me what your dreams are.

I know one thing I definitely can’t go to Jared’s.

How can I say your beautiful when I can’t take my eyes off of you?

Would you like it if we slow danced to Chris Botti under the pale moonlight during the summer nights?

Now that I’ve given you insight into my mind would you let me take your hand and be mine?