I stand behind this rose coloured glass
a beast wrapped in a bow.
The stories were right,
I understand now
all the convoluted metaphors
every word, every syllable.
Every writer, singer, actor
scrabbling for the words to describe This.
A feeling so small and dense
tearing at my heart.
This lump in my throat
threatening to consume me whole
a beast in truth,
yet so beautifully monsterous
so I too will use
every word and syllable
to share This with you.
My Love.



[this poem is about my first epic love ]
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