Observations Of A Romantic

There is a discipline to you, an art

From the knot in your chin, the shadow of stubble across your jaw

There is a beauty in stone, an edge

The ice of your eyes, the grasp of your palms

Would you reach for me, would you ask me to stay?

There is a pain to you, an angst.

From the tears you never cried, the longing in your gaze

I feel it in your fingertips when they cling to me

Somewhere in your heart an artist weeps, castled and locked away

Those wonderful hues igniting in your smile

There is a loneliness to you, I haven’t failed to notice

It weighs heavy on your spine, it bleeds onto your lips

But there is a loveliness to you, like the first breath of fall

The darkness that comforts and protects and shelters

It keeps me from believing what everyone else has said, the failed

The ones who have felt the heat of your touch but left when you froze

There is a place in me, in my heart, for someone like you.