Poezja

I wish I could ‘xplain to you the lesson to me you’ve taught;
I wish I could have learned this truth by taking in your words.
Yet I was selfish and demanded joy by stealing yours.
I’m sorry to have done this. Patience — part of me you’ve wrought.
Perhaps I’ve given it to you through the way that we’ve fought.
Yet, I am thankful that everything turned up without cold
Feelings — ‘cept cold fingers feeling — at least, I hope. You’ve sold
Yourself with condition. It was mentioned in the contract,
But I never listened, just signed. Your body was my pen.
 
It does not matter now, because I am not backing out. Your misperceived concept then
Is understood completely by me now. Still, I wish I had grasped it with my mind firsthand.
Instead, I did so first with hand. However, I know the best act fo‘ur future is in store.
For the first time since I’ve known your face, I mean to tell you, “I can fully wait for that more.”
 
All the same, I won’t take this act lightly. I understand
‘Twas hard for you, ‘ven more than I, and such is hard to say.
Yet, in honor and hope, I beg you as my fiancée,
Or at least, without a ring, I ask you to marry me,
Off of the record and sincerely unofficially.
Don’t misunderstand my meaning; I’m just making a stand
For what’s already been planned. By our verbally-made band,
I’ve sworn to honor to be yours forever. To expand,
Just sign your name and strengthen our strand by taking my hand.