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To Brittany Flood

Seven years, one for each of the sages,
Who rose up to lay the law of the ages,
Lessons learned in love and depravement,
I've abused abasement to the point of containment,
A deranged modality attempts to explain it,
Cuz my pain remains until I make these statements.

The central axiom is a fear of the Flood,
When it come, can't be an unprepared bad boy slinging mud,
I'll make commitments fit for public witness,
Burn bridges and get rid of this burn out image,
You know me, I'm the tortoise, not the hare,
I take my time when its important, ya hear?

Never knew how to love, just corrupt,
Never knew how to express, just erupt,
Clever dude who can impress in dress up,
But stressed with messed up feelings of never having enough,
We were young and dumb,
Played with fun and thunder,
Til I drove us apart in an emotional blunder.

Being divided was risky business,
And I've been so high I know my options are limitless,
But I didn't stray to far from my anchor,
It was a gamble to see if I was sank or,
If I would find some truth in freedom,
Like its meaningless unless shared with someone equal,
So the sequels been great but its just the prequel,
To the real story that just became believable.

A simple campaign born from a heart shaped sigil,
Collaborative good will and I schemed a little,
The end result is that my plan went diamond,
Let the Flood wash over me like I'm Leviathan,
There is no denying this is what you deserve,
A unique moment for beauty so absurd,
Meant only for a certain kind of nerd,
Produced by a wordsmith that loves all you serve.

If others only knew the way you carried me,
Up from my own hell after they jailed me,
You rarely fail even though I've failed you,
You've proven to me that love is true,
And for that I'm going to freakin' marry you.

Copyright © Rich Metzger | Year Posted 2016

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