The dreary, nondescript blurring of my days
For now form into a formidably warm summer haze.
Somehow you have set ablaze my tactless meander,
Rendered my ponder with an anchor bold answer.
As I flit from every lily pad I’ve crept upon so slightly,
The ripple of my crash was a shaking I felt fortnightly.
I could never catch my balance, but have I landed on a flower?
Resting, testing, and so tempting to stay…
Why should I give you that power?
I should be leaving anyway...
My cynicism now as flighty as my smiling;
Floral and delicate, I find myself unwinding…
I’m slowing now - taking each moment in.
I feel too softly for you; soft against my skin.
And still while I’m riddled with dissecting my sins,
When I land on his base, my weary theories fall thin.
Slimline I swim in such an easy emotion,
Feel I mustn't try too hard,
You've got an intoxicating potion.
And as I swell and bathe in this new landscape,
I don’t wish to leap, but not only for your sake.
My flighty tendencies will never be understood…
Yet I'm rather fed up of getting stuck in the mud.
Must we kiss a few toads before finding a prince?
Well, I landed on a lily and haven’t looked back since.