Over time, I used these words,
these lines, these careful rhymes
to conquer this growing divide
separating your mind from mine.
I primed each thought, every longing
until perfectly defined inked marks
rested atop these pages I scribed-
my plots bound to touch your heart.
I left my pen to unleash, completely
my secrets deep, my mind’s pleas-
to reveal to thee my heart’s decrees
and beg for your heart to understand.
I pressed time to yield, fate for anything real
carried my heart in my restless hands
so not to conceal that its steady beat
was writing these lines to reach you.