Another Sappy Love Poem

Quite possibly the corniest thing I have ever written.

I would stand in a thundercloud's downpour until

The frigid tears of God water-stained my soul blue

I'd walk on hot sand with these bare feet catching fire

If those things were all it took to get myself to you

 

Days and nights now are so long it seems that an eon

Has passed since last I touched your trembling face

Every moment passes like some centuries of evolution

The distance between wider than the breadth of space

 

When I held you near time and space had no meaning

I go back there again, yes, every night until I wake

And find that everything is empty, and time can pass

I'd forget you if I really could, for my own sake

 

I would stand in the hall of judgment and confess all

Knowing that I could only find myself forever damned

I'd catch a swirling tornado, ride its tail to the West

If I could make it all work out just as we'd planned

 

Instead I'm sitting here, in front of a blank white screen

Accomplishing nothing because I'm thinking of you

Writing you another sappy, corny love poem because

I'm at a loss for what it was, I was supposed to do