Those words“I love you.”
Even if I say those words until my voice becomes but a hoarse whisper,
silent as the moon,
they never will convey the true depth of my commitment to you,
eternally bound to the earth.
Those word don't tell you I want to spend the rest of my life with you regardless of anything,
forever dancing together.
Those words don't tell you I want you to be the best you can be,
creating tides and drifts, homes for grand life.
Those words don't tell you I will throw everything I've got at things that hurt you,
shielding from universe's worst.
And if I fail, I will hold you in my arms and whisper in your ear,
"It will be okay, Sweety, I love you.”
VanquishingAn audience rustles nervously,
faces shrouded in vague shadows.
Many pairs of eyes peer out,
calmly waiting to criticize.
Every stir occurs,
further and farther separated.
Time becomes like syrup,
slowly seeping down these walls,
creeping across the floor,
crawling up the stage.
Magnified by the microphone,
a sound freezes the syrup.
Engulfing the room,
startling the eyes,
The booming voice repels the syrup,
banishing it from the space
“Good evening, ladies and gentleman”