Love, Emergence

I know I feed the pain,
But I think now I am sane.
I think it’s funny to keep delaying—
If not now, then when would I be thinking?

Of course, I don’t need a knight in shining armour;
I am my own provider.
Someone who would take me as his equal,
With him I can talk of the divine, mystics, past lives, and creations,
But also can talk of imperfections, shadows, and my agitation.

Someone who himself has burned,
Yet has paved his way,
Will know for sure from where I came.

Flowers, poetry, waiting, promises,
Long discussions in the midst of words.
You can call me old school;
These are the things that turn me on.

Not in the past, not in the future,
He makes me believe in the present.