Bewitching Architect

While reading this, try to relate this poem as if you where talking to someone of significance. Someone that your romantically Intrigued by.

I am but a small humble vendor,

I come to thee great engineer, to plot a brighter future.

My wares sell steady and quick, for virtue follows them.

Although my business is minor, a great building will embellish it,

For this feat and ultimate favor, partners we will become,

Part of my business will belong to no other, even if undone.

 

I am a great architect; I know what troubles you,

We shall plot and plan together, for an outstanding business view.

My work brings happiness and joy, for all those I serve

Fulfillment of thy life, a great bounty assure

Will bring these boundless riches, to you, and you, and you

My my, my heart is pounding, excited evermore,

A glimpse of my own future, what can go awry?

So bright is this future, I just may as well go blind,

For nothing seems greater, for this business plan of mine,

A partner I shall acquire, a great spirit indeed,

My business shall flourish and grow, my corporation will exceed.

When shall we begin this treaty? This greater venture more?

I grow tireless and waiting, for this future more and more!

I am sorry, my small vendor, my promises have no sound,

For I am quite unavailable, I sit and think and draw,

I ponder of what kind of building, is great for individuality,

What building shall be great, what building suits me?

For these questions no one has answers, but me, but me, but me,

For I am the beholder, for my opinion draws nigh.

Will this building be famous? Or a golden gilded picture? No answers will hold thee.

That conversation was weeks ago, I grew hopeless tired and depressed,

For my fruits of labor grew spoiled, far past it’s ripen best.

I sit and ponder, I digress, what had gone awry?

I sit and ponder and digress, what had gone amiss?!?

My thoughts jumbled and uneasy, where did this go wrong?

For all these questions running, as sheep inside a brood,

They all but share one leader, a leader of disappointment.

 

This leader was the architect, a leader so bold and fine,

Is now building for someone else, a partner so divine.

A greater business man, with money, song and cheer,

I am left with nothing, but woes, rags and fear,

I am filled with a furious anger, which turns to a calm melancholy.

As I sit on this street alone, a painful view is in insight,

A great building not for me, but for one fortuitous life.

Author's Note

In what way did this make you feel if you where the vendor? What did this mean to you? Does the last couple of stanzas need work?