Walk with me my dear (long)

by JD Irby   Jul 8, 2008


The night is dull
not a sound to be heard
the moon is full
but it is going to go astir

Twinkle twinkle little star
the sky is full of them
lighting way to my car
but not this time, i turn

I gather my thoughts
hold my head up high
I gather my thoughts
hanging my eyes to the sky

I hold your hand
for tonight we walk
no need for haste
we will solve all my broths

Crossing fingers
letting her know
i am sincere in my words
sometimes it doesn't show

we walk on
past the pond and trees
our steps are short
enjoying the comfortable breeze

I look deep into her eyes
shes gazes back at mine
still speechless we walk
but tonight is the night we dine

I stop ,
and so does she
I pull her close
ever so close to me

I run my fingers through her hair
kissing her forehead
showing that this is not bare
embrace till dead

i sit her down
upon a stump
do not worry my dear
nothing will bother us upon this lump

she sits and stares
upon my my undeserving grace
nothing is said
nothing that isn't a phase

I bow down
upon one knee
look into her eyes you fool
let her know everything

"I am worthless
that of a dog
lower then dirt
a meaningless fog"

she stares confused
nothing is said
he attends the confusion
as he lowers his head

"I may be a dog
i may be a jerk
i will love you more
with every little smirk"

A smirk shows
from her face
he smiles
but does not show her face

"i am a man with nothing to give
but my love
I can not give you everything
i'm disgraced from above"

he pulls out his wallet
bearing that his tongue does not lie
I have nothing to give
just the truth of my eye

He pulls his hands
to meet hers
kissing them tenderly
showing all but mercy

"tonight i will ask you
one thing and nothing more
can you forgive a fool
and will this love endure"

she can not answer
for he is a dog
she does not want to hurt him
regardless of his fog

suddenly the act he did
put a face of wow on her
she answered him timid
with no haste to him

they walked away
hand and hand
the moonlight graces
everything he planned

the stump a silhouetted
they are far away for now
only thing that remains
is something he claimed

a box laid empty
something small and blessed
once with the ring he bought her
now her finger dressed

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