A real sappy one

We feel it, I believe it

the first whisper of love. 

The tension in the temporal air

at once magical, ethereal

her hair is down for me, 

but the walls I paint won't crumble.

Say what you will,

I've known nothing that ain't struggle

She turns away, feigns indifference,

even in death she is my deliverance, 

not knowing that beyond the cold, 

irreparable surface, there is a land 

that is old school, full of purpose...

A land of deep green pines, rivers that glitter

like uncut diamonds 

beneath warm, soft sands

as I say to her

woman, just take my hand

and someday you will understand