by Devoted2Impress

Created on: November 15, 2008   Last Updated: December 02, 2008

The Art of Hesitance

I went for a walk back down our old path last night.

I came across an odd shaped box shimmering in the moon's pale light.

As I grew closer to it, a light from inside began to grow brighter as it shown.

A lovely dark shade of red that reminded me of you as it began to glow.

I hesitated to pick up, this mysterious baggage that I had found.

My mind became so curious but my heart being afraid began to pound!

My heart said wait!....... Give me time to feel!

But inside the box, it took my hesitating all to real, I had left it hanging to long upon loves emotional wheel.

A glimpse of light shining through distant trees strangely distracted me.

Then much to my surprise I suddenly found my self feeling hypnotized.

I just had to give all my attention to such a devious disguise.

Pulling me closer while whispering vicious lies, while all along cleverly batting those envious green eyes.

It was sometime before I could return to you from my distraction, having a hard lesson been learned.

It's funny, I hadn't really noticed it before, it had been your lovely light all along, for which I had yearned.

But while I was gone the box had become strangely quiet as it sat upon the forest floor.

Not a single ember could I see glowing in it anymore.

I reached to pick up my odd shaped reminder of you just like lovers often do.

I found that the box was empty. Sadly, I could see there was nothing left of you?

At last, I feared my hesitation had kept all your dreams from coming true.

I sat motionless in the darkness as my mind and heart began to focus.

My intentions had been good. I never once said that it was hopeless.

Then my soul sent out a spark that landed in the box with what was left of you.

You sparked me right back and the old flame ignited, rising higher as the one became two.

And just as it was about to reach the highest point.

It exploded in a million pieces and then coming back to one all at once.

There you stood before me, reaching out with a loving trust that tipped the scales.

But this is not the end of this love's lost and found tale.

You picked up the box. Then gently closed the lid.

I felt you slip it back into my pocket where you thought it was again safely hid.

With my hand gently patting at my pocket.
With no hesitation there was a smile upon your face.

I said " My love, I am so sorry for having dropped it here in the first place."

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