virtuoso
07-19-2013, 10:07 AM
You beckoned me to love's door. The steps you primed with hope, and added a glossy sheen my libido to score. With heart's window latch raised, on amor's ledge, we ballasted unbridled passions with reason's cerebral core. Yet, our romance never did rise above the ground floor. The upkeep your staid hands deigned to ignore. No refinishing touches, no encore. The garnishing trim my stale fibers did implore, but your dulled blade you did store. Your flamable ego the fire retardant surface from the fragile beams did gore, consuming pride through the patchwork frills did bore. Your inflexible, jealous studs began my mercurial grooves to abhor. Your intemperate binges jammed the malleable spring on love's hinges evermore. In love's final absolution, mortar's bonding glue from foundational blocks did pour.