The Teak Forest

[chipped2003]

Far away a stranger gazes
But he’s not a stranger at all
Just stranger than you think
Admiration and curiosity
Melted and pressed into sweet candy
Too sweet for most taste
Desire of a pure heart
To match his own
Eludes him like a missing sock
What a pair they’d make
A winning hand
A king to make his queen royally flushed
But the house always wins
And steals the love of a gambling heart
Who bets it all on that one last hand
He plays for keeps
And keeps on playing a sweet song
On deaf ears
Clogged with garbage of the world
And lies about what love should be
And what could have been
She’s just right to him
Each curve designed by God
The Creator laughs as my heart skips a beat
Every mole delicately positioned
Each hair politely out of place
Her image is permanently painted in his mind
But his walls are already lined with paintings
And his poems fill the attic of his heart
His house seems as empty as ever
One last window of opportunity
Yelling at the top of his lungs
I’m in love and I don’t care who knows it
It’s too bad she doesn’t have a clue…