Today Around 2 O'clock

 

Beautiful

Is a colorless flower

If I am to use it

Describing you

The wordsmiths

Must work well

Into the night

Smithing away

Until morning light

To find a word

Suiting your definition

 

Unearthing

Is a waterless brook

If used to convey the look

Radiating from your enchanting eyes

The same that left me wounded today

When you used them to drill to the core of me

No doubt making a profound discovery

 

Love

Is overused and clichéd to ruin

Much too pedestrian to capture what you found

When drilling deep into my underground

Without a sound it happened

That word we can’t use

Due to its short and burnt up fuse

Turned on its light this afternoon

And in a magic moment we both knew

 

That beautiful, unearthing, love

Built a bridge between us

Founded in truth

Always open and fireproof

 

Today around 2 o’clock

Author's Note

(c) 2013