Love Depression

I shall write thee a love poem m'lady.
to prove to thee that my love for thee transcends all,
even that abyss which is my depression.
Oh, wouldst thou merely speaketh to me..
a word of kindness from thee... a gesture of gentleness..
T'would be a most divine moment,
forever imprinted upon my mine as well as heart..
Thy beauty makes my words stumble as a man blinded by such light does..
has thou viewed once more all my poor and humble words?
is it wrong to show thee mine heart?
to tell thee the deepest of mine feelings?
to destroy my armour of apathy and finally reveal
what I've felt since time's first tick?
Get myself a women thou says?
if I do I hope tis thou which thine words describe.
that somewhere within thy good graces,
a wretched creature such as the likes of myself doth find a small place...
Thou now ignores me?
I willingly accept thy punishment. knowing it is thy loving
hand teaching me a lesson..
I would accept the most harshest of punishments
knowing tis from thee..
enduring the longest imprisonment, the erasure of all that I own.
the destruction of my own person.. these I wouldst suffer
most gladly didst thou deem them worthy to act upon mineself.
I merely hope to hear thine laughter..
to see thy pleasure in thy smile..
as ever, smitten am I by thee.. no more and no less..
Even if thy served mistress to one who is married..
I could not help myself..
how can I? tis something beyond mine control..
I love thee, and were time unlimited for me,
I wouldst still never finish telling thee such.
You say I'm silly?
cause love makes me so.. love for thee..
for thee, I would be the court jester..
the fool for all to laugh at..
each smile upon thy face.. each laugh..
tis a victory for me, for I wish to bring nothing but happiness into thine life.
and wouldst thou but allow it, I would be thine champion as well,
defending thy honour with my very life if need be..
and yet again, wouldst thou but allow it,
I would be thy most humble servant, lover, husband,
as well as father of thine children..
just tired I am you say?
nay.. tired am I not for I am burning with the fervor of mine love for thee.
time loses all power, for each moment with thee is an eternity of bliss.. and infinite amount of small slices of time.
I give mine heart to thee for thou to do as it pleases thee..
whether thou wilt destroy it, burn it, slash it, use it as a play thing, or whether thou wilt love it and take care of it, I gladly accept it's fate as mine own.
would I be able to nap with thou next to me?,
I need never to wake up from it ever again..
I would enter eternal sleep in bliss..
*sighs* and so i grow melancholy once more..
unable to please thee.. try as I might..
would you like me to light the fire?
or perhaps hand you a mallet and stake?
or a nicely sharpened dagger for you to use on me..
ah, to look upon thy sleeping form..
t'would be something for the bards to sing great ballads about..
but what is it I'm saying? I'm much too unworthy for such a pleasure..
wilt thou leave me, taking thy light away and leave me in this hellish darkness?
I feel the shadows closing around me already,
awaiting at the edge of the light,
ready to consume me the moment you leave..
I'm scared.. and yet, even that I will endure for thee..
I would suffer through it, knowing that eventually,
thou wilt return once more with thy light..
although I'm most unworthy, I must ask..
wilt thou hold me just once before thou departs for thine bed?
to give me the strength through the darkness..
thank thee greatly.. thou art most gracious...
To think of the friend of thee who touched thine lips with his own...
ahh.. the luck some people posses..
may pleasant dreams greet thee in the land of the sandman.
for I cannot have a nice night.
for thou wilt not be here to share it with me..
but I shal't try as you have commanded..
to sleep once more and dream of you

Copyrighted Daniel Mann.

Edited by Paul Quattrociocchi.