Tigression FuPoet at Large's blog: "By my words you shall know me"

Is the open book that is my heart

So difficult to read that you,

Finding not the answers there

That you seek, tear at the pages,

Rip them up in your frustration,

And toss the pieces so that

They fall like bloody snowflakes

To bathe the ground beneath

Your parting feet?

Is the language that my heart speaks

So opposed to that which you know,

That you draw the dagger of your wit

And plunge it hilt-deep with both your hands

And press the full weight of your mind

Upon the handle such that it, and you,

In turn push through and cleave

My heart in two?

I fear this folly not

For I know my heart through and through,

And have before gathered all the

Broken and bloodied and scattered pieces.

Placing each piece back into its place.

I will wait for you. 

I will wait for you to learn the

language that my heart sings,

To learn it so well that we may sing

Of our love together, a perfect duet,

That will echo through the heavens

Until the end of time.