Sincerity
The day after I met you was the day I chose my thesis-
"Why the world could, in fact, come to a
complete halt
and not throw off the sustainability of
Life".
To continue further on,
Life made more sense with every passing day.
The idea of you ceasing to exist in mine
threw off the entire balance of my nature--
for the first time in my life,
I understood Shakespeare
more than Edgar Allen Poe.
As the hours melted into days,
forged into months,
and were used as years,
this "Tell-Tale Heart" of mine
beat over my senses
and I felt the need to confess to my one and only crime--
loving you.
Although, it wasn't as though you were so clean as to cry
"innocent"--
in fact, you provoked my felony
by stealing something so precious and dear to me--
my heart. To be fair, though,
I don't want it back.
John Donne said in his own written word:
"Ask not for whom the bell tolls,
it tolls for thee".
I read it wrong then,
and understand it clearly now--
the bells of the church toll for us this day,
us alone,
us together.
We stand together at this altar,
in love,
and I'm giving you my vows--
promises.
Promises that I will be yours,
and you mine!
How splendid an idea!
Referring back to "crimes",
I now feel it is appropiate to confess
that I lied.
I have committed one more act of crime--
In a cunning trick,
I have replaced your last name
with mine.
Trickery at it's finest.
I suppose that perhaps I should feel bad-
you are as changed as last year,
and here I standÂ
playing "switcharoo" on your identity!
May I ask for your forgiveness?
I do hope that you forgive me,
truthfully.
If I may be honest
and share my opinion--
not to pardon my actions--
my last name works better on you
anyway.