Friday, October 31, 2014
The first franchise of love is honesty -
Questions answered and strict respect of space,
Solemn granting of life before this time
And tales of pasts unknown sketched in a face.
We've passed those tests and flown our coloured flags
Atop poles we'd not seen against old skies
That held our stare as we reached for the air
In worlds apart before we seized our prize.
Now I pray I'm the man you chose to love
And I will make your plan my favourite task
Because I know you seek to be to me
More than I could have ever dared to ask.