from the heart

she doesn't understand the veils she hides behind
mystery is murdered; she has
reasoned away love from her fears

it's so human to hide behind arguments
and never see that someone is waiting
for you to arrive in this moment

love is like jazz.
if you don't listen
you don't have a chance
and it speaks from the soul
like a full blown
tenor saxophone solo

I have whispered sweet somethings
but she only wants to hear
how wonderful she is
and verily, I've gotten over that
ego enshrined task
I think she is real
but is too insecure
to admit it.