Like You Mean It
Shoot, girl ...
You spin my synapses like a sugar rush
The ways you look at me ...
Like I'm a schoolboy smitten with his teacher
Who spent the weekend picking and arranging wildflowers
And just placed them on your desk ...
Like you're the young Clara
And I'm the valiant and proud Nutcracker Prince
The Mouse King and his army, dispatched at my feet ...
Like you're Audrey Hepburn
And I'm a lost kitten that you've saved from the rain
And tucked inside your coat ...
Like I'm the genie, magical
That you've just rubbed from a lamp
And I must do ALL you ask of me, without question ...
Like I'm the Phantom of the Opera
And you've finally come to the realization
That every note of every song, was for your aspect ...
Like I'm strawberry-caramel croissant pancakes
With whipped cream and white chocolate drizzle
And you haven't eaten in days ...
The ways you look at me ...
How you spin my synapses like a sugar rush
Shoot, girl ...
So love me like you MEAN it ...
For anything less - anything short of passion's prize
Would be complete and utter ...
Tragedy.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Love Me Like You Mean It" Poetry Contest, Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, Judge & Sponsor.
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