Often times I think and wonder,
That's when I sit and set to ponder,
The direction that I've taken up till now,
While standing upon this wayward bow,
No longer rocking hither and thither,
As I travel down this tranquil river.
I have seen things come and pass before,
But it is you I love and you I adore.


[Rebuttal]
Oh my dear good sir may I interject,
For the colors of your aura do reflect,
Your mood, your thoughts, you good graces,
Hell even how you tie your laces.

[Response]
Are you to say, my vision, that i am that transparent?
That my thoughts and actions are quite apparent?
That my next move is written here on my face,
no guile nor guise to remove a single trace?

[Rebuttal]
I will say you are quite astute,
A thing that i cannot refute.
You will take my hand and tell me your love,
One not matched by even the stars and sky above.