~~~ Modesty ~~~

Indeed sometimes a simply put love note means more than any adorned form of expression. Somehow it seems even more real, more honest and I believe it definitely should be appreciated.

In nocturnal modesty I am as bold as any flower
Standing boldly into the nights sky
Basking in the moon's eternal glow
Selfishly taking in the steel air
My cool breathe presents itself to me
Like a magic trick that amazes its audience
In these last moments before I fall into slumber
This is my chance to adore the epic moon
She is the sister I never had
She is the confidant that I seek constantly
Impeccable mood she brings only tidings of inspiration
Calling to me to seek out my muse
That whisper that begs me to write
Composer of infinite dreams
She is my guide through the “Dreaming”

My pen is strong and it takes flight often
Modesty is the chance for one
To soar in skies of clouds and stars
To believe that I can
That there is no time for doubt
I must know the truth of my fear in order to overcome it
It’s really important, if I truly want to be free

When I pour my heart and soul
Do you laugh, or think of me weak or less?
Do you think silly the simplicity of my words?
Should I use complex ones to impress?
See, I refuse to use such lofty forms
For I want the world to clearly understand
And grasp the meaning
Humanity, its entirety to comprehend
To see a love’s beauty and kind spirit
A complexity only in its depth, a pure ascend
But if with haughtiness you counter feelings
Shall my old heart restore?

All those kisses it once poured
Out and under autumn's door?
No second spring, shall I see
No crazy love, only aching and bleeding heart.
Gone are my youthful hours
Flown away, like the end of a dream:
Images, only images now kept,
In old vaults, and far-off islands.
False hearts and cracked vows.
It’s all hell has allowed:
“Inconstancy,” my heart cries:
“Retire old heart, before you die”;
For sweetness of youth has gone away...

Three questions form and in my mind I wonder…
Is this truly a man whom I could love forever?
Am I in error offering my love, is this a blunder?
For even in the simplest mind, unadorned words
Amazing beauty, strength of spirit can be found
The soul’s warming cloak, a heart’s caress
That in a meek “I love you” does abound
Still…Amid barren arms
Of my naked companions
I jealously guard
Along those curvaceous lines
Of long outstretched arms
Painting shimmering patterns
In shadows of modesty…