Censure measured in gold.

Now, we stand hand in hand at this urgent precedence as the world marches in faithless haste. You would speak in stunted phrase, so elegantly punctuated and poetic, as a dance born of lofty rhythm and exotic flavour. Your spoken words gallantly glissade across my heart strings, evoking vaporous sentiments that sing beautiful indigence and straightforward truth.

The magnitude of your uncertainty weaves between our embrace and cascades to fall at your feet with unwavering love and absolute destiny. To point to a time when you are no more exceedingly enchanting than when you lie asleep beside me, beneath the curtained light of dawn and swirling dust clouds that wave lazily above your hair.

“Oh hush, you are beyond convoluted. Your speech confounds and confuses, darling you need to speak as you feel and drop the excessive adjectives.”

I must ascertain that this is in no way an escape from comprehension for this is indeed how i feel.

Bewildered.

Wholly lost in the sea of your dark champagne eyes. and very much in love with you.

~ by cryhavok on January 11, 2009.