He came from a thought, a show.
Yet he still came ever so solemn and kind.
His eyes sweet like chocolate, yet forbidden like the fruit.
his story seeps, of love and venture.
He looks at me with passion and wisdom.
Statics cover his words, yet they still turn me on.
They say you can't know a number, but I know his by heart.
It calls on me like a loving bird, gently perched on a branch.
It sings me his name,
it tells of my mindless love,
and word-soaked conversations.
With every season I learn more, and more.
Most times I don't know if it's his character that calls to me
or his longing soul that begs.
I get goosebumps with ever thought
With word, deed, and action my mind is held hostage by my heart
It calls to him saying
My love comes to save your baby girl, and Wisk her away.
Then the end is near I can see it now
The credits roll and there you are gone once more to a place I only dream
So with a heavily burdened heart, I beg thee a due, for this
The credits, they are only words meant to be crushed
Yet still held dear
So I say with a heavy heart I bid thee a due, for it shall never be, but only in my head.