Like the aftermath of a grotesque war
In the murky darkness I lay, troubled.
Not a flame of hope, not a single torch
In my own shell, I struggled.
Then one day, when I peeped out,
I saw a ray bright
And a tall figure turning about
In the golden light.
Out of curiosity I followed the darkness
Approached the figure in the light
A stroke of wild happiness
Overwhelmed me at its sight.
There you stood with the spirit of a stoic
Stretching out your patient hand
And I stepped back, not at all heroic
Into my darkened land.
But you were relentless in your motive
I finally mustered up some courage
Holding that hand was my prerogative
As you so maturely encouraged.
Now that I held your hand
You turned shy
Out of my darkened land
You didn't happen to be mine.
No, you didn't profess any love to me
As friends you said we'd remain
But, though deep within you felt for me
You never let it proclaim.
Now that you saved me and all things for me turned rosy
I stretched out a hand of more than friendship
Now that I took up the initiative
I'll unlock the courage in you for a new relationship.
*Wish me luck*
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