He closes his eyes...
and he dreams of her,
because his conscience demands
that he should always have the hope
for love.
He awakens...
and his heart is beating passionately
as he whispers her name into the empty air.
He closes his eyes...
and he dreams of her, again,
because his conscience demands
that he should believe.
He is designed fragile towards the woman that he truely loves...
but his conscience is structured powerful.
He awakens...
and his heart is beating passionately
as whispers her name, again,
while he ponders the concept of his daily destiny.
Beautiful woman,
Tell me,
just what is it
that you think you need to prove?
And is it to yourself,
to me,
or to your friends and relations?
Tell me,
how would it make you feel
to know,
if you wanted me to,
that I would literally
crawl
to you? (Undignified man that I am towards you.)
And how would it make you feel
to know
that you have the ability
to make me
cry? (Fragile man that I am towards you.)
Simply put,
you hurt me.
Which tells me that
I
am
alive,
and twisting in the fluids of the human condition.
(Who doesn't need to be loved?)
I'm thinking that you might have the ability
to make me smile, too. (Quenching the fire that I breathe.)
I want to smile and to jump for joy.
I guess, if I have to, I can find a way to smile
without you.
But it would be a forced and empty smile
that I would impose upon the world.
And I, certainly, would not jump for joy
or anything else,
and I would continue to breathe fire.
Is this the appropriate condition
that a man must experience,
when he is being denied the company
of the woman that he dreams of?
© Michael C. Teniente. 2004 Los Angeles, CA.
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