If I...

If I, in all my pathetic glory, were born a princess...
You would become my shining knight.
Strong and handsome, ravaging my mind and heart,
I would grant you anything, everything, and more,
Handing over my world dipped in gold and wrapped in diamonds.

If I, set adrift in a madman's dream, were deemed an angel...
You would dwell as my only god.
My creation existing exclusively for your pleasure.
Soft lips that desired the taste of yours alone
Worshiping you forever and ever.

If I, aimless in this unrealistic reality, were everlastingly perfect...
It would be all your fault, due to your own making
And you would have to love me for eternity.
You would forget everyone and everything
I would wonder through your dreams and on to your soul.

If I, crying at rainbows and laughing at thunder, were something...
Something important, something special, something wonderful...
I could quit stringing these trivial words of love.
You would just know the depth, the strength, the intensity...
And how you've become my obsession.

Reviews

[Jason Henry]

i would so steal this and give it to the one i love...but thats plagiarism and i respect you lol. seriously though, great write! the metaphors, the imagery was very picturesque

[Texas Identitycrisis]

Very beautiful.

[Christopher 'Windstorm'..]

well written!

[Jaclyn]

Excellent, rich, balanced writing. You walked that tightrope between obsession and love VERY carefully. Loved this one! :)

[Tania Leigh]

I reading this as obsession in a safe sense, an overwhelming passion...

I adore the first line in the last stanza.....trademark Tamme words :-)

Great piece!

[Brianna Brie]

If I, in all my pathetic glory, were born a princess...
You would become my shining knight
Handing over my world dipped in gold and wrapped in diamonds
If I, crying at rainbows and laughing at thunder, were something...
Something important, something special, something wonderful...
I could quit stringing these meaningless words
You would just know the depth, the strength, the intensity...
And how you've become my obsession.

Wow this is very good stuff! Original, beautiful flow and profound meaning...great work!

[Emily B]

The poet's lament. Crying at rainbows, laughing at thunder in grief over the thought of the most profound love lost. . . never realizing that you had it in your grasp all along. I think the word obsession is used overly negatively too much. You aren't a stalker. You are, simply or not, full of an overwhelming emotion. This is a wonderful write.

[desertraven]

wonderful and powerful piece! I really liked this!
Sandra

[Lydia Shutter]

There is but a thin line between love and obsession. The passion with which you wrote this is staggering! Just one thing,
"I could quit stringing these meaningless words"
your words are anything but meaningless....they are well worth the read! Lydia

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Yes, the obsession becomes apparent at the depth of willingness she is willing to give of herself...not that giving of oneself is wrong it is in the descriptions that you feel the obsession perhaps beyond love that becomes apparent without you even needing to use the word. Beautiful write. Thanks for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha