December 28th, 2006
I was meant to be a lover,
If only to watch others forge trails through another’s heart.
My own heart leaps at a tale of romance –
One steadily sought by an unabashed suitor –
Denial, realization, and acceptance after humility.
I’ve tried to project myself into these witting trifles
But I feel as though they don’t fit properly;
Like a square peg in a rounded hole.
Perhaps my tale will wax as a trapezoid
With more bends and angles and darts.
I’ve already seen the path grow dusty,
Rained upon and heavily trampled.
Yet, there still remains a part of the road
Unlaid and untraveled, a solid frontier,
Where one will gently walk with me.