Weld, cut <br />Bend, melt. <br />Measure, merge <br />Angle, curve. <br />Is it true <br />you turn metal <br />Into putty <br />with your hands? <br />I'm still learning <br />your trade <br />as I try to make <br />you <br />a more malleable man. <br />I'm hoping to earn me <br />a small portion of your heartland. <br />But you're rigid; <br />your walls, <br />aren't like others <br />at all. <br />They're obvious. <br />Flagged. <br />with bright colors, <br />thick mortar, <br />and through the slit <br />of a window <br />I can see <br />that you're in there. <br />This feels almost like <br />A Medieval war. <br />I doubt that you've been <br />this vulnerable before. <br />Like a hundred knights <br />are surrounding <br />your heart <br />and its door. <br />You can try <br />to stave me off. <br />All that becomes is <br />time lost. <br />I'll patiently wait <br />until you feel <br />more safe <br />to stay. <br />I'm not one for crushing egos <br />And leaving love slain. <br />I'm not one to hold your hand <br />Then abruptly <br />let our clasp break. <br />Your pretty blue eyes <br />are like ice. <br />Hardly-wet blocks <br />just begging <br />to melt. <br />I'll fashion my armor, <br />you push me away, <br />I'll dig in my heels, <br />and when you see that I'll stay, <br />you'll let me in <br />some day. <br />Or <br />I'll find a castle <br />more interesting <br />to topple, <br />and you'll <br />end up razed, <br />anyway. <br />If you're <br />the Prince of Spike, <br />I'm an adorable <br />girl-knight, <br />and I'm itching <br />for a love fight.<br /><br />Violet Winters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prince-of-spike/
