Inter-Passionistic Imprisonment


To the ends of this earth I would travel for you
I would bring you back pearls and gold.
I would hold your hand until the earth burns down
If you want, I will wait for you in the cold.

I would taking a speeding bullet for you
I would scale a thousand skyscrapers
I could write you a million poems and songs
and use all this earth's paper.

I'll march this earth through mud and rocks
I'll breathe every breath with you on my brain
I could break through about a million locks
And I'd happily jump in front of a train

But what if the things I do are not enough
What if these things just do not work
what if I find that it is much more tough
and your hatred decides to lurk

I'll try the best I can to win your heart back
I'll make you believe I care too much
I'll stand by your side when troubles stack
and I will always have that soft, loving touch

My hands will always be here, open
I will never not have time
I will wait here wondering, hoping, knowing,
That you love, your care, and that you're mine.

-quixotic-