Self-Serving Poem by Lucas German

I love you, so beautiful and new with eyes that share hue with the clear afternoon blue sky; you are infinitely high, unreachably unimpeachably the apple of my hottest fruit pie. My love, without you I would die, for I am no more a man in your absence than I am without pretense to steal, so that by my satisfaction this pain will be healed. Stay near to me my dear, have a little bit of cheer, and help me relax my fear. I'd keep such a delicate crystalline cage, protecting you that we may never estrange and no man must face my deranged lonely rage. Forever isn't nearly long enough to have you to myself, however if it's possible I'll indefinitely keep you on my safest shelf. This is love, wondrous emotion with no depth uncharted, or in my case un-hearted; not just some fantasy of a boy too often parted. I alone can love with this immensity, and I promise you I will do it with unshaking eternal intensity as is my propensity.