"Let me introduce myself, my goods,
and my services:"
No matter how much time I spend with you, it never seems to be enough.
In your company eternally, and it would be only a whisper cuff.
"Breathe the essence of my body and
soul now in convenient travel size:"
The web-locked hands and entwined limbs tell the tale that few can hear.
For when I wake without you there I feel so incomplete.
The presence of your beating heart drives me with a rhythm strong.
But without the rhythm it's just not really quite right now is it?
For withered hands stumble through the tempered tests of time.
Barely making it out the cave into the light of day.
The tests are now behind us so the soulful bells will chime.
I'm sorry that these beating lines pound a drone cliche.
"'In conclusion I have found...' is
never the way to end an essay:"
My only hope is that these words may draw your cheeks a grin.
Cuz with that hell beneath the waves the seminar shall begin.
The hands that kept the rhythm strong grew weak from such a test.
Test has reached its final breath and hands now soak in clean caress.
And so it goes that in my heart grew nothing but a waste and fear.
Writhing with a spitefulness that nature never wants to hear.
I had this statue that I had sown tomorrow's sorrow harvests.
Allowing pain to dull its hue with bitterness its tarnish.
But came a soul with purer heart to polish away the tarnish.
Washed away the rust of time tolling with new varnish.
Her only tears that wrought new shades now bore a novel shape.
Bringing forth a brighter soul reaping classic drape.
Now this statue once lain fallow dawns a sweeter gown.
Now it gleams as the jewel in center of sun's town.
I place it on my pedestal and lover's eyes shall sear.
For I wait but fortnight time, and my statue doth appear.