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Love will do what it wants, but time after time the memory haunts
oh does it ever
Confused conversations and talking in rhyme, it seems that I only get hurt every time.
She knows not what she wants but I think I do, the wall seems unbreakable, will I break through?
"The heart may freeze, or it can burn, the pain will ease if I can learn"
stone hard cement, beaten by soft heat
a crack melts, but will it be Jerichos fall?
How will I climb from the deep hole I'm in, and manage to utter a name as sweet as Kathryn.
a trial, a test, a sweet conquest, the uncharted lands of the heart.. and no map of the soul
a riddle woven as fine as a web, stronger than steel and clear as glass
I managed to say it, although not quite clear, she hasn't responded and will not I fear.
A drop of acid turns the water sour; within one word there is much power.
A down turned eye, hidden and clouded, a secret smile carefully shrouded.
I see her response, but don't understand, so confused are the words typed by her sweet hand.
I wish we could stop this sweet awful game, I long to know if our feelings are same.
A tiny spark looking to ignite, a silver tear caught in the light. A silent scream unheard in the dark, muffled by hands and ripped apart.
She writes carefully and beautifully in wonderful rhyme, a rhyme that she's used only one other time.
I know not what she thinks or feels in her heart, but maybe this poem is at least a start.
A deep loud sigh and a choked little laugh, patience in a virtue unpossessed by half.
A tear drops and I shiver, is that a 'no'? When all is a stake my mind moves so slow.
In twistings of love, there is always a tear, but in this cavern of uncertainty there is no need for fear.
I struggle to comprehend that which I can't see, is it love, lust, or like, or none of the three?
A surprise and a smile, perhaps its a yes, I could not be happy with anything less.
Patience my dear and happy you will be, there is only one last cloud to be swept free.
But if it lingers I think I might die, what if this love is a dream and a lie?
As I wait for the answers I am amazed, by the quick-written poetry and love shrouded in haze.
Death within love is the way I play my game, fast and sharp comes the pain.
Return to thine sleep where dreams do ignite, for this breath of happiness I am willing to fight.
Is that an answer or just a riddle, another tears drops as I read what might be literal.
Words may be spoken with double meaning; will she fight for or against the happiness in my dreaming?
Then the mission's goal has been completed, after such a struggle how could we be defeated?
Kathryn there's something that I need to hear, something that you've almost said, but not made clear,
Are we both of one accord, to go on longer my mind can't afford.
On the same side the heroes do fight, grab my hand and hold on tight
Crystal may sparkle, but we need something stronger, hold on just a moment longer.
How long is a moment and what does this mean? My fears creep back from some place unseen.
Does she even know what I'm saying, or is it to her a simple game that we're playing?
I long for an answer both direct and frank; my soul lies in a dungeon both dark and dank.
This means so much that softly she treads, she only vaguely knows in which direction she heads.
Am one of the two the she spoke of before, or am I out of her mind and behind a closed door?
As my mind races I feel myself shaking, I struggle to stop and end the violent quaking.
One of the two you most assuredly are, my hesitation lies not here but a far.
A kiss is a promise, this I do fear, and the promise of this is looming quite near.
For the first I am happy and the second not so, what will happen to whom will you go?
Although you are not a prize to be won, there is no other like you under the sun.
And although I agree, I think it depends, did you give or just take, or both in the end?
My heart you have and my hand you shall hold, but when this will happen is not foretold.
Your words weave a net in which I may rest, but I fear I may put you to the test.
What is this test that I might succeed, all your words I have saved and all I shall heed.
An ex-boyfriend may be violent, and a beau may be tough, am I really worth a course this rough?
My heart is trembling, I know not what to do, one broken heart may mount to a few.
I know one will be mine, for I care for all, but yours should be saved before the fall.
I know that you're worth all that and more, if we stand together our love will be sure.
You know its too late, we're firmly attached, nothing can change this, not an ex, or a beaux or a crazy scheme hatched.
I love you Kathryn and this love will not go, know that this poem and rhyme is not just a show.
Promise me this and promise me true, that you'll believe all that I say to you.
No matter what happens, whatever the fight, my hand will still hold the Riddler's, close and tight.
As the Riddler I swear this pledge to you, to always be faithful, humble, trusting, and true.
Then let the bells ring out, the deed is done, for you the battle has been won.
Not only the battle, but also the war, for despite battles to come its over for sure.
The outcome is decided though not the ways, soon it will be peace, I long for those days.
A laugh and a smile, your faith doth cure, an epidemic is over, and sun is sure.
Alas I must go, but I'll call you soon, and tomorrow night we will meet to see lights shine near the moon.