The Occasional Love

Standing shallow in this figment of sleep, In and out of perspective of her knee deep. This evanesce fossit, I washed my face in the same place that we lost it. Not a clear reflection, to help reveal the calm of introspection. We bathed in our own naivet'e, and were cleansed of true simplicity. The sounds made under running water supressed, from the moment you were vunerable, to the occasions she was dressed. To this unconditional surrender, she laid faultless,I'll be tender. Like plain sailing through these sheets, A vessel cozy in defeat. Darkness to some degree. Undercover. Your just a lover. Don't breath a word. It's just a shade of me. I have this predilection for you, And I wouldnt have it if I wasnt in love, Adornment and sleeping through, Downcasts of my eyes that drug, Her along this raining pity walk, But I dont want you to fall behind, It just seems to be a necessity, But is so futile when I cant talk, About what makes me this way, So attempting everyday, Endearingly you stick around, And for that Ive found, That I love her. Through this walk in the rain, Solemnly I remain.