I have far too many years
For innocence such as yourself.What you have proposed to me
Is neither rational nor hopeful;
I have mementos older than you!
Time does not hold a voyage for us -
Still, you invite me to play.
Vision washing over you
Desire peeking out from the curtain;
Who am I to say no?
A gentle journey begins....
I ask everything of you
Because I have no need from you
With each passing event
You dance and cajole
Showing me a fantasy come real
A wisp of dreaming while awake.
At once, I forsake my sense
In favor of what lies before my senses
You were not what I was looking for
But have inspired the vision
Of what I seek from happiness.
Unyielded,
Playtime is no more
And the work of making you mine
Has begun.
Brett Humphreys
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