A Rumored Truth

[Pikachukid]

A Rumored Truth

Were I to take a moment
to ponder on the stars above
that which makes me lament
yet free as a dove

That I might perhaps
have left a wide gap
in my chained window
for the emotional billow

That surges in my chest.
Were I to debate
On which features are best
there would be no escape

And to think of high spikes
in emotion that would arise
when I look into those eyes,
No, may haps I should be left to my own device

Yet there and there you go
with your shimmering smile and your curly hair
I will end in sorrow
I will end in despair

The Furies descend
I can't even pretend
in a shallow pretense
To be only a friend

The muses inspire
Proclaim, Proclaim!
This situation is dire
It ends forever the same

So I will no longer try to conceive
Any more possibilities
I'll smile at you and you smile at me
And what will be will be