Romance

Through the looking glass we have so frequently traveled
You and I, but never together
We have always held the hand of another
An equally beautiful
Ideal and infatuating companion.

In what capacity do you sense
The warmth of my hand in yours?
Breathing on my cheek as you do,
The unique sonority of your voice
Will certainly be difficult
To eradicate from my memory.

Perhaps this journey we are making is useless,
Made separately many times previous
And yet our childish affections drive us to it.
I attempt to have hope, and to swallow it simultaneously
My heart has the tendency to greatly inform my mind
And my mind creates consequences my heart cannot endure.

In my modern and relative existence,
In spite of my self-awareness
I continually seek definition
From him, her, the obvious choice,
Or from indispensable you.

This talk of gray areas has the power to exhaust
And the blurry world is beautiful even in the dark
So I shall request only this,
That you delicately handle, like an egg
My often fragile heart
Show to me the colors of everything under the sun.

You have the power to illuminate the tranquil euphoria
Ever-present in a timid heart like mine
She needs nothing more complicated or troublesome
Than the sight of her reflection in your glassy eyes.