(I See You)

Woke up in a sunlit room filled with no hope
Clothed in the hide of the Mediterranean tope
Because I was swung to and fro from heartbreak’s rope
Tumbling down like a dyspraxic ballerino and asking how far down this slope
Praying that this better not be my romance trope
For It is time to end my long mope

I see you
I saw you in her
I believed I had seen you in every her
Till I found you in you
I see you

If I knew trotting up the stairs
Would unknowingly get me caught in cupid’s crosshairs
To be impaled by his lovingly poisonous arrow
I would trot up those stairs
A man possessed
Because It led me to you
My swan with the aura of a firebrand sparrow
Upturning and covering seeds in the soil like the harrow

I see you
I saw you in her
I believed I had seen you in every her
Till I found you in you
I see you

I would do it all over again
Even when the sun eclipses the moon
Whenever I walk the archway over the stalls in Brisbane
Where the fishermen ready the night trip’s harpoon
I would do it all over again
Head into a bullring in flaming red or stand in the path of a raging typhoon
Stroke a caged and starved lion’s mane or drink from the chalice that spells my bane
All for you because I am beyond salvation, your very own buffoon

All over again, I tell you
If nursing that dagger in my heart is the trigger
Then impale me with all your scorn and malevolence
Twist the knife deep for my serendipitous encounter
You who trampled over my heart’s expression of benevolence
Wield with all the might, your blitheful sceptre
And I will lay upon your sacrificial altar of agony with every solemnness without ambivalence

I see you
I saw you in her
I believed I had seen you in every her
Till I found you in you
I see you

So now that you have captured my heart, signora
I pray that you cauterize your wiles and dull your senses of the remora
Always be straight with me, my Aurora
Let your expression of love beautify my head like the fedora
Oh! May our budding romance be dubbed a lovers’ panorama
For those who walk, hearts intertwined, along the shoreline on the beaches in Panama
And for so many others who dream of a colourful love filled with protection and spiritual connection, like the bougainvillaea
'Be my peace' is the inscription on my heart’s formica
Believe me, I will tell you every day
That you’re worth more than any item’s price with a quintillion comma
With every fibre of my being
I know you would have been loved by my momma

I no longer see you
I feel you
I no longer see you
I live you
Oh! Thank the heavens
I have found you in you

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