The Desperate Plea…
Hurt souls, they seems like they should attract each other…
But how can a Bard who thinks he’s a Knight save a girl who can’t be touched?
She, so beautiful, so pure, so perfect…
Longing to touch her, to hold her in my arms, not letting go
And when I do get the chance, we whisper into each other’s ears
My words: “Sweetheart, Darling, I love you…”
Her words: “Friend, Buddy, Luv ya!”
Though meant in the best way, her sweet sugar-coated words sting as though laced with salt and vinegar
My heart aches for her with all its broken, stitched and re-stitched might
I’ve told her my feelings…
She can’t reciprocate…I don’t know if she would if she could…but she says she can’t…
The Trap of Friend, I am too familiar with it
Though we are perfect, we need each other…
I need her…
I beseech the Universe to find it in the infinite bounds of fate to link out destinies…
And then I can see it…
I can say it…
“We are together…
“We are in love…”
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"I am Not what I am"
~ Iago, Othello, the Moor of Venice
~ Iago, Othello, the Moor of Venice