I love you
Shhh, my Prince, we’re too lost for speech.
Quiet, we’ll walk the woods and hear talk of enchantment in centuries
Splintering into magnolia roots wintering.
Hush now, my prince, our love is a sleeping beauty.
Quietly, maybe we’ll find Snow White in magnolia petals ripe for picking;
Surely she knows how to extract remedy from
Oils sticking to charms of scent for curing the poison in dreams
But how much help can she be, banished into silence?
Whisper, my prince, I’m afraid we’re too far gone into woods dark and deep –
For fantasy has seeped into our bloodstream and our vision is blurring.
But dare we share the same bed, the wicked witch will have our heads or
Cast some evil spell granting us our dreams yet turning us into magnolia trees
Of never-embracing arms stiff in beauty of memories.
For fairytales are shy things, fairies wear veils and have sly wings,
And genies enjoy games of Seek-and-go-Find
And they hide all too well in these trees,
Leaving aroma of wishes behind, leading passions on to
Unsolvable hints that to follow would mean
Losing you to bitterness, my prince.
Walk the woods with me and find eternity enchanting, as my friend.
Quietly, let’s kiss the petals without touching lips and
Not wake our love with romancing,
But find closure in quiet of one last dancing,
And revel in the fragrances our feet stir into the air
And plant our one seed pod there, into a rosy plot of earth.
Whisper sweet-smelling wishes because the beauty
Of our love is made for sleeping; to partake of its petals
Would mean the poison of regret and its ache
And the wicked witch waits to cast evils upon our mistake.
So, hush now, my prince, magnolia roots are wintering.
Stay for a moment, cease worrying, the seed will be fed,
And be enchanted with me…but we cannot talk of centuries,
But let us walk the magnolia trees,
Pssst, let us leave way for rains and return
After having traveled our separate ways
On day when our flowers have bloomed
For the bees of May.
I love you too
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