The Second Season of Love

Just wanted to let you know:
The love in my heart didn’t drop its glow;
Nor did it fade from white to red,
Though cold fortnights wept dear and bled.

Did you lose the day our eyes first met?
Or when you said “Let’s dive” and sparked the bet?
I mind all the sweetness and laughter we shared,
Those memories lull me to my weary bed.
The vocabs you taught, the ideas I wrote,
the evening tales which eased our rote.
Bold dreams of future, of kingdoms blest,
Of surfing together till ends of the West.
Do you remember these and many more
when you stepped up to pull me out of my shore?

This honest outreach ain’t a crack in my fort,
but a drawbridge I lower o’er a muddy moat.
Take it my princess, out of Netherby:
It might be the road less traveled by.
I ask no mercy, bargain, oath, nor debt;
I merely offer what few men would let.
Sometimes God tests us and if we pass,
all doubts rive down like a wall of glass.
But if we surrender like we’ve almost done, the race is abandoned before it is won.

For now I’m wedged at the crossroads of life,
Hanging by the cliff of one last surprise.
Expecting perchance a lunge for my wrist
from you, lest I slip to abyss.
Give me your hand, forget our debates,
Let’s melt in one and release all weights.