For Mollie
I wish I could impress upon,
Or at best impart,
Some beauty, to you,
My love.
But all the beauty that can be
Conjured from these stale, lifeless words
Of mine
Are borne of you.
I lost my life when I met you.
I became a speck under your horizon.
I turned a shade quieter,
I fell down into that abyss,
Of love and its anguishing entropy.
So that I can no longer create
Some sort of terrible beauty.
I can only speak of it.
As I lay upon my gaze.
And as I search for air to breathe.
I am under the waves of an ocean.
No declaratives will do me kind.
No observations of your majesty,
Which collapse down from my hand
To this page,
Like a soulless, scientific, analysis,
Will bear fruit.
You have ruined me.
I am so in love.
I have been rocked,
I have been stabbed,
And I have been fallen.
So though I wish to compose,
Some lyric of melody,
That could praise you,
And raise you,
And compare you to gods.
I can only observe like a monitor.
I cannot be your beauty.
I can only be in Love.
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