When You Ask Me

 

 

You ask me over~

And over again~

As the sunbeams~

Hit my face~

I turn naked red.

 

I answer “no”~

“No” “I do not~

Have somebody~

To love.”

 

Like the grey ominous clouds~

Rushing in the sky~

I feel panic~

For God has not shone me~

Nor dropped him from above.

 

 He has given me~

A sparse mountain top~

You, you, ~

And you~

“What else should ~

A woman do?”

 

Like the rock sits~

Alone with no movement~

There is no significant other~

No sound granite.

 

I look as the grass~

Is plentiful~

I wait for a single soul~

I yearn for that lover~

I seek those arms~

To hold me just so.

 

I dream of those lips~

With sweet soft fluidity~

Yet alas~

There is no one to fit~

No one in unity.

 

I alone am depressed~

For I alone am~

Except for God’s best~

Yet still ultimate spiritual love~

Is lonely without~

Someone to share~

The fun.

 

Aa-top I seek the one~

To match my heart~

To search the stars~

As the lone moon~

I am kept apart.

 

You say you’re the one~

And you’re the one~

And how I am~

 Pretty~

Sexy~

And full of pure love~

Yet you still~

Do not connect correctly~

As the wind gust so.

And on~

And on~

My loneliness flows. ~

I am alone~

The one to love~

Is not there~

Keeping me~

Held in great despair.

 

As the leaves~

Aimlessly go~

While blown~

There I ramble~

Nothing to look forward to~

Never to blossom.

 

So when you ask me~

I must be that stone~

Accumulated of all the sand~

And still say~

“No”~

“No”~

“No I have no one~

To love”~

As I turn red~

I am naked~

And still~

Ultimately alone.

 

By

“Lisa J. Warner”

AKA

“Lisa Luv”

 

Dedicated to “NICK”

 

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