if i could flow
like the amazon
into the heart
of your corazon,
then like a savior is born
when a villain is scorned,
my love will flower with all the power
of a twenty-four hour lighthouse tower.
some romantics may cower
they can tend to be dour;
they flinch from emotion like dodging
a punch drunk i will be
when i am back inside
the canopy of your embrace.
love's canopy: perpetually,
without the folly of fate
or the crushing whims of predestination.
our cometogether is like
a bell that won't stop ringing,
a choir that keeps on singing,
another prophet intent on bringing
relief to our canvasses of grief;
since cupid is a thief
does that make him a republican?
i am inclined to think that the sacred cup we drink
will lead many to think that true romance
is a blink of the eye a wink and a try-
a standard much too high
for mere mortals to meet.
