The Heartthrob

February 1st, 2025

Dearest,

Today, I saw you again walking down the stairs of our favorite sanctuary

If the gothic neoclassic corners of these centuries-old walls could talk

they would tell you that my presence is no coincidence

I envision you confessing your love for me through your every recital

The countless hours I spent pondering on the taste of your rosy lips

Are nothing compared to the tics of my clock,

whereupon I write and rewrite billet-doux

As a Bridgeton once heard, I burned for you

even when my face fades in one's mind's eye

You would be my Anabelle Lee if you were to no longer exist

My Shakespeare's Romeo for I am eternally your unsung Juliet

I would've never let you go as Dante did Mercedes, even if Haydee begged me to

mercy is given, but my love is relinquishing yours 'till eternity and beyond

I'd cross and endure the hells of the Sahara desert just as Santiago would for Fatima

but I would've traded every golden fortune to hear you call on my name at least once in endearment.

I know I am not the only one

but none of them can say that they relive our first encounter while gazing at your beguiling smile

none of them could describe the leather and pine scent of your jacket

or how the earthy patchouli and oakmoss mingle with the tobacco scent

You claimed to no longer inhale.

If the gothic neoclassic corners of these centuries-old walls could talk

they would tell you that I am the prowler caressing your shadow

they would utter out my Jane Austin's Pride, preying on your prejudice

Only because I would be one of the many less to worry

my entire existence would be dammed if I could no longer reverie on the you and I,

for I am your unsung Clary Fray

I’ll protect, defend and kill for thy

If the gothic neoclassic corners of these centuries-old walls could talk…

You would know that I willingly sacrifice myself for thy

….only yours

Ibis