10th of June

An Ode to a dear

I've spoken of you, wherever I go 

Yet of you, little I do know

Such privacy is what I like ,

since I'd rather stay off the pike.

But my heart years, for the day 

When I finally may;

Speak of thee, oh! It would be

such a wonderful day

My words seem artificial 

Such a reality I can still see.

Now, do not call me superficial;

It's just me being me.

Your birthday is in June,

the height of sublime heat.

Such magnificence appeared

On that day, the 10th

Since you I've met,

I've been out of tune

Now everywhere I fret,

Wandering like a loon.

If you think I had forgotten,

Or perhaps my well deserved fate,

I had long but begotten...

But, not the beloved date!

Such I must not allow

by any rate...

Author's Note

Do not expect a good piece here. It is as terrible as the word terrible may get. You will not find rhymes here nor will it follow any known meter. It will be hard to process, let alone make sense of. I am sorry for subjecting the reader to such torture... and that is all I may say.