My wish is stuck complacently on my tongue;
It might be an impossible, futile ask.
When I see her glinting eyes again,
All her doubts will wash themselves awayâ
I am sure of it.
Because before she chooses to hate them,
I know that she loves me.
Love breeds.
It spreads like a potent wildfire when I'm in it.
I'll never shove it down her delicate throat,
But she knows where the silverware lies.
I have been trying all my life to choose
The perfect one,
So she won't have to lose sleep over me anymore,
Like she has with every thorned hand in mine.
But if I have failed once in her eyes,
I fear I may fail forever.
E.