And just for thought...
He told me how I was different, chivalrous and kind, poetically justified.
For a girl such as I was, I had been trampled by love's kiss too often.
Weaving right, he made rainbows out of the dust that flew through the sun's rays
that streaked through the window that glary afternoon.
I could laugh with him and smile and dance with my jeans rolled to my knees
like a kid splashing in a creek; my freckles came back for him.
Under the moonlight, scenes stolen from movies and a couple who never existed,
he serenaded me with a fool's words, "Love is always enough!"
Yes, he could weave the most magnificent back drops for me
but they all could much to his disgust; many magicians have teased me before.
He said he was better than all the rest, to trust him because he deserved it,
because he saw the light, the youth, the seductress in me
but he ignored the one they all eventually saw.
He could set my skin on fire, melt the ice that froze me from the inside,
and make me giggle in that forgotten way; so could all the others.
Standing against the doorway, he stands with that grin
that I would love to kiss if I was unaware of his plans for me.
I can laugh for him, smile for him, get lost in his throws of passion all for him
but I know the dust that flies into rainbows is never more than dust.
Blow away, my love, blow away...
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.