Hear me
detect the longing in my dulcid tones
and if what I espouse is pleasing to thy ear
make haste and read on my dear
for my passion is built upon the foundation
of your sight and sound
the beautiful years hath departed
now return in the wistful moments we share
picnicking in Hills blushing with remembrance
of our careless, carefree affair
oh
how we dared to question fate and force time
to bend to our will
and yet no thrill
visceral
vital
vanglorious
bowing to the vainites sparked by the bonfire
of our love in bloom can hope to cojoin our love
if you do not hear me
a voice longing to be
in lust
in love
in passion
in prodigious harmonic synchronicity
with the siren call of an earth angel
gently
sweetly
lovingly
restoring a heart to its rightful place
interwoven I am
veritcally
diagonally and horizontally
to your tapestry
our tones
through our moans
slightly altered
as love escapes the confines of cowardice
desirous of finding a way home
after travelling in torturous trevail
through blinding snow and pelting hail
down forgotten avenues uncharted by men
through sin and redemption
to find you once again
waiting
anticipating
our mating in the Hills we hath called our own
and though the nuances of love waver
like our voices upon the relentless Andean winds
true love portends
to eviscerate the demon's faithless choice
for no woman
wanting
bewitching
moist
can turn my loving eyes from your beauty
my love hear me
and I will
estar entre dos fuegos
yes throw myself between the devil and restless sea
to be but one entry
in your docket of everlasting love
this we know
what should be
never is
and what is
cannot be
if you do not hear me
our journey
has yet to begin
and we face insurmountable odds
the road we trod
is littered with love's intention
the invention of hopeful designs
the intervention of passion once sublime
and yet they have failed
tales
that cast pale
upon full moon in these unforgiving hills
and still
we shant say goodbye to our friend and confidant chance
for what chances do we have
if unconditional love hath grown fatigued
by walking a path leading to nowhere
what words
shall the spirits whisper to thee
when you hear me
my passionate delivery
of this simple and quaint prose
I suppose
the contours of heaven
are shaped by this love me make
and the doubts we forsake
my life be at the mercy of demons
if I do not retrace
each faltering step
back into your embrace
my words are comissioned by the gods
and if I deny thy love
I will stand forever in judgement of the Supreme
to be cast upon
the peak of Olympus Mons
where the red dust of Mars
shall swallow my lying flesh
ah
but if you believe in me
I shall submit a request to the Supreme
for in this our winter of discontent
a spiring shall burst forth eternally
if my love you hear me
cherry blossums will flutter
like snowflakes on a steamy lawn
and dance in the Andean breeze
like marionettes
and placed upon our doorstep
will be a melody
of
YOU AND I
I AND U
U AND ME
and never again in these foreboding hills
shall the frostiness in late winter air
penetrate the layers
of my absolute devotion
for
when I think of you
when I drink to you
when I beseech the gods for you
when I reach into my soul
and cry to you
I shall remember always the first spring
of our new dawn
and the hissing of rain upon Andean lawns
if
you
can
only
hear
me

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