| The sun needs rise only but an hour,
but in this hour my heart doth wait a forever. An eternity for each moment that the sun rises only but a notch, slowly illuminating our kismet, to be fastened beneath its watch. For then, the auriferous bands that mimic its palor will tie our hearts to our fingers, all to happen in under but an hour. And hark, when it comes, and that moment is upon us, it shall be that event in my life that 'll have lived most joyous, The Sun still moves, look, it will be there soon. And then, ah, my Love, we shall be wed, at noon. |
This was inspired by: http://www.poetry.com/greatestpoems/poemlove.asp?title=Marriage+Morning&author=Alfred%2C+Lord+Tennyson
Note: I know his is better than mine. I'm not even going to try to compete with it. The concept in his is different, and better, and it would be wrong of me to mimic it.
On a Sidenote, this poem wasn't about anyone. Not anyone real. It was about a wife (or someone who'd become my wife) who's imaginary. Somebody with a personality that's beautiful enough to match my gaze and go gayly through the forest with in the absence of the world.
*shrug* You don't have to believe me, but my gaze is fit for the beautiful of mind when the world isn't weighing me down.
(It is on Katie, I only said it's on someone imaginary because I was feeling hurt at the time etc. because I was feeling neglected and so said it wasn't about her and rather about an imaginary person because it's whom I'd WANT her to be, but really it's about her and she's whom I was thinking of.)