She Loves Me

She loves me not, why would she leave me here?

Haunted by your picture more than your smile,

Memory reminds me too much to find,

In the stillness of your midnight laughter,

Sneaking out of my bedroom, good daughter,

Your hands writing across my skin chapter,

after chapter, lover’s new language,

Oh to be young enough to love the dark.

Midnight shines bright secret worlds we make spark,

Without responsibility of old,

I drove my young body like I stole her,

Beauty can be bold without being told,

But I collided into another

lane, another face, and you went away,

Only the world we built cannot fade,

Loving you was no accident tis’true,

I wait on the roof under the moonlight,

The way the wolf howls and cries every month,

I want for summer new to erase old,

Losing you left me knowing what is real,

Between mortal desires and what I feel,

To be true is harder than to be false,

It is why August only lasts one month,

Take the rest to the vault I’ll wait out front,

In my new car that you have never seen,

The summer storm that bore love’s infancy,

Lost it’s way on the way home to the sky,

Oh to be young enough to love the dark.

Thunder took your hand from mine in the night,

Lightening showed you my choice to go,

And be more alive living without you,

Back turned left you blind to falling rain,

You thought I could somehow wash you away,

But the only way I could ever fade,

Would be if you kept me small or in chains,

There would never be truth in that ol’dare,

My dear for you I would have been a doe,

Blame not your hands, blame not your heart, blame me!

How could you have possibly known loving

me alive meant I would leave you behind?

Oh to be young enough to love the dark.

You found the organ covered in quiet dust,

You heard the music before touching keys,

You gave the heart a beat without beating,

Painted colours in the trees before fall,

Having a chance to love you meant the world,

Until we built our own that summer,

And I wear the pearl to remember you,

Not the last I’ll love, certainly first place,

All that’s gold is gone like the setting sun,

On that innocent summer that simmers,

And is able to quiet wanting you,

To smile at me across the room again,

June wishing July could repeat August,

If I compare thee to a summer’s day

It would only be an understatement,

So I will overstate the real reason:

What you awakened defies all seasons.

Our first became our last summer ever,

Love planted the seeds to bloom eternal,

Your belief in me became a promise,

To a future me to fulfill one day,

Without you, here feels reckless and lawless,

Undone unstilled’still I wait to name,

The bouquet from our garden something honest,

Perfume of lilac cries impending doom,

The summer I spent well falling for you,

Broke the ice inside the dead of winter,

Sprung me forth into life unlike before,

Before you lit the fire inside my heart,

I was a box of paints without a canvas,

Sneaking out, I want to slip back inside,

Before we were memories playing parts,

Casting shadows on walls of the ageless

Part of my heart, the eternal summer,

She loves me, and left not without a mark,

Oh to be young enough to love the dark.