Twisted Irony

Whenever I close my eyes to hide away from this bitter world laden with chaos
Or when I mute my ears to resist the bombastic clutter of ignorance
  Her face slowly fades into a brilliance
  Her voice slowly sings a tune of passionate defiance
And I realize that I will never cease to fall in love with her presence:
Her beauty immerses those before her in a pool of light
  With a distinct glow that baffles the blind, startles the sun,
    And captivates my reluctant heart

But we share a delicate bond that lovers are not entitled to share:
Behind every thought, every glance, every rhyme lies the twisted ironic truth;

"We're too close to be any closer"

I feel unworthy to even imagine my trembling, anxious lips cradling her tender, alluring face; I rightly reverence her so.
   Each time I grasp the ember imparted by her affirming embrace of immense comfort, I can't help but ask,
   "Am I too free in her arms to be liberated?"


She probably has no time for my timid heart anyway...
   But I have plenty of time to picture our bonded hands swaying back and forth as we look down and smile upon the envious skies