Never Did...
Never did I love someone the way that I love you,
Never did I feel such love, so resolute and true;
My sometimes sin, to sainthood turned, in dreams to canonise
In the willow-patterned blueness of my willow-patterned eyes.
Belied the truth in poignant smiles and clarified divulgence,
Embodied in my selfish shades of yearning self-indulgence;
Flying destiny and fate, no longer mothballed flags,
Zipped my empty, pitied past in psychic body bags.
Flew them far away from me, their burned and charred remains,
Scattered them till they were gone on barren, distant plains.
Never did I love the time as times you set me free,
Never did my body crave as when you look at me;
You came and changed the sullen shape of life I used to know,
I cling to you, sweet holding on, afraid of letting go.
Below my even, tempered shell, a once protective casing,
Run the saline pitted cracks, relentless, ever-tracing;
Maps of contoured hesitance, of stumbling block behaviour,
Now travelled by my only one, my guardian, my saviour.
Understand and know the truth and we will make it through,
For never did I love someone the way that I love you...
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