Trial of a romantic

Trial of a Romantic

In the name of a beating organ in your chest,
I hereby stand, doing my absolute best—
Best to keep this ball of love from plunging
Into a darkened frozen abyss.

Too soon to be on the moon,
Head over heels for a beauty you couldn't resist.
Moments of happiness, laughter, and things of that nature
Now feel wasted, as I seek that warmth
Only one can give, a warmth I have tasted. A tenderness to it you can’t forget

Tick tock, tick tock. Your trial is coming to an end.

Now day by day, this ball of red loving energy
Opens more and more, your soul growing comfortable,
As if nestled in a bed of white feathers.
The soothing touch encourages thoughts of a future
With that symbol of beauty you couldn’t resist.

Tick tock, tick tock. Your trial draws closer.

You’ve finally found that raspberry beret
The king of rock has described—or so you think.

Now the red ball is vulnerable,
Trusting this beauty to be the eve to your Adam,
Yet fearing it may soon shrink into a atom

Trust your gut.

You get to know this beauty , and this symbol reminds you
Of a prairie of pink peonies, butterflies flourishing from the sense of love this prairie brings
Find their way into your stomach. Causing you to feel warm and fuzzy.

Lost in la la land vibrant sound waves
Echoing through the night to romantic conversations
That stretch into eternity. You think you’ve found
A peace you thought you couldn’t reach.
What was once a little ball of red
Has now expanded to the size of the vast light in the sky.

Apologize to yourself now; your trial has ended.

The echoing sound waves from the previous night have came to a simmer.

You feel as if the symbol of beauty has shifted,
to another presence. You wake drained,
it seems the butterflies have lost their flame.
You know that symbol of beauty is gone.

Letters you send out, hoping for a response,
Come back untouched, just as you have written.
You believed you two could have been a work of art,
Yet in moments, it exploded,
Revealing sinister black paint that stares into your eyes as it tears
That red ball from your body. And obliterates what once was.

The trial is over.
Now the warmth that once lit you
Is in the casket for its funeral.

Love's requiem.