The Resound of Implicit Adore

You strolled the world with relentless steps,

A song of light and elegance,

And I, the shadow within the echoes,

Following impressions in your space.

My heart was ink; you were the paper

Where verses composed themselves each night,

However never once did you take take note,

Never once perused what I would compose.

I whispered cherish in stolen looks,

In words as well delicate to be listened,

A ensemble of quiet yearning,

A sonnet caught inside a word.

I knew the way your laughter rippled,

The way your lips twisted once you talked,

I memorized the way your fingers

Moved with delicacy on your cloak.

However all the whereas, you never waited,

Never turned your eyes to mine,

I was the breeze that brushed your bear,

Felt, but never held in time.

Gracious, brutal destiny, goodness, tender distress,

To adore a soul that cannot see,

To be the resound in their quiet,

A transitory murmur upon the breeze.

I strolled close to you on the asphalt,

Hearing stories from your lips,

Each word a blade plunged in nectar,

A adore that only longing tastes.

You talked of dreams, of hearts and heartbeats,

Of somebody else—a distinctive title,

And I, a apparition inside the minute,

With as it were cherish as well endless to tame.

I grinned at that point, as in spite of the fact that unbroken,

As in spite of the fact that my heart were entire and free,

But cherish implicit could be a burden,

A chain that drags underneath the ocean.

The weight of yearning, endless and perpetual,

The ache of being seen however obscured,

To adore as noiseless as the snowfall,

A fire that glints, cleared out unheard.

And still, I cherish you—soft as morning,

Furious as waves upon the shore,

Indeed knowing you'll never

See my way and cherish me more.

So here I stand, the calm visionary,

A artist misplaced in lines of trouble,

Cherishing you in mystery whispers,

In echoes where no blooms develop.

For cherish implicit may be a stream,

A current pulling toward the profound,

And I, the mariner with no grapple,

Until the end of time misplaced in love's cruel keep.