His hold too firm yet cold - "Despise me!" - and cut below the stem, leave it intact - let growth see another sunrise in spring. "I have eyes to see and sense, you are not here."
And shards dripping, resonating inside my mouth, as I try to whisper, and retain but a smile - "your eyes..."
And I lose.
The blackened curtains, your old theatre in July, in nine-and-twenty acts you faced your fear; and all those flowers, aimed to fly - you caught no love in your grasp.
Off-stage I arranged my pride - "Shine, Pride, shine!" - but your eyes...
Your eyes too powerful, my pride tainted with shade, and my dragonflies left before yours. And I challenged my steps, farther and farther from where you'd always stand. For you'd always beam, Candle's dearest.
And I took a green road, and measured my steps in wings - one, one, one and lonely, alleine im Urwald; and you were lost in my sight - Pearly mist.
By your side lay my words, and you read them aloud; walls cringed with whatever you felt, for I know your heart was raising, and breathing, precious ideas in your head. "Love, let him see!"
Air on the G string - Hopefulness cried within me, and I called myself a friend.
Thirteenth night I felt disparaged, and I returned; you were distant, though not far.
And then came Fidelio, charming while seeing his very goal! Oh, had you no plan? I felt your eyes against me, but did not turn. I feared they'd flee away.
And then came my habit, and you rejoiced - for such beings you had not seen, alike in manner and defiance!
And I loved you, for you knew how to turn past into future.
Replace everything, and I'll come back. And your eyes will see and sense, and you'll hear then - "Remember that I love you."
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