“She came into the room and oh my heart was seized.”
I spit it out like the obnoxious bile it is.
Earth, in its stoic complexion,
Will form a harder foundation
That holds against the storms that cool
Young burning passions down.
Stone, in its grey dullness.
Will stand faster than all the paper toys your eye can count
A rooftop that will not fall
On the first blow of angry lightning.
Tear down those straw walls of inexperienced souls.
Tougher is the soil that has seen more floods.
Build up a mind that speaks louder than a whispering heart.
No more swinging through the rafters of a million fleeting choices.
Face me, I think I love you.
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