Slow-burn romance

I’ve always been naive in the ways of love and romance,

So it’s baffling to find myself learning from you, milady,

The way two people should fertilize the soil in advance

Before one is to sow the seeds of love in fervent ecstasy.

I’ve lived loves, ephemeral ones, where such thing was not,

Where love was forced to bloom amidst the cracks of the ground.

Yet one cannot love truly from thin air, for that’s asking a lot.

True love is a construction, not a treasure to be randomly found.

You’re taking me down a road of lessons that I appreciate,

For you don’t fight the heat of my overthinking tendencies;

You tame their flames by speaking words that alleviate.

There’s no denial, just understanding within your sentences.

Whatever echoes roam the gothic dungeons of my mind

Slowly fade away the moment you show your love to me.

I’m learning to take it slow, leave every single fear behind

So that I love openly, freely, letting things be as they gotta be.

Charm, muse and love, can you hear the beating of my heart?

Can you see your name signed within its refurbished walls?

Should you ever come take the throne within and do your art,

I’d do my best to please your every wish before the sun falls.

Our love might never turn sour, should I use my words’ power

To ensure reality bends just enough to realize our dreams together,

Competing not to outdo the big names but to nurture a flower

Which I deem to be the rose my little prince will love forever.

I wonder if you know I’m holding back from straight up asking—

Genuinely, fearless, one of these days—if you’d be my girlfriend?

I wait solely because the day we chose lies now out of clasping.

Else I’ve got no hesitation left in me; I want you till the very end.

Nick Quinn's Poetry