{Story} Swift
Time to sleep...so tired. But I thought I'd get an emo love piece out first. :) Didn't help I forgot my LJ password, though...that shows how long I haven't been writing. Sigh.
Swift.
With your sigh, I am forsworn,

It's all about seduction, but the happiness is generally swift. How a whisper in your ear sends a fine shiver through you, and how I love the way you react to me, something primal in your shy smile, quick laughter, rapturous sigh that sends tingles from my spine right down to the depths of my heart. You always worried, always wondered if you were of utter importance in my life. Given my track record, you were probably justified in doing so.

While your smile brings me defeat.

Rather, to be honest, it only started with seduction. I realised I could never bear to break your heart, even with myself the jaded person I am. There was something bright and wonderful in you. You were far from innocent when you came to me, in some ways, but you were completely innocent to me, my jokes, my touch. If I rated myself higher I would have said I intoxicated you, but I have no illusions regarding how far my charm extends. I never believed in love at first sight, but your first true smile made me speechless, and you would bring me to my metaphorical knees many times after that first meeting.

In nature's own adorn,

At that time, the first thing I noticed about you was how you were so natural, how the wild beauty that epitomised you seemed fettered in the shackles of the concrete jungle. I never did manage to bring you to a real jungle, but parks, gardens, and that meadow field. You loved nature. My most beautiful memory will be of you sprawled on the grass, in a meadow of flowers, resting on your elbows. The sun's rays kissed your hazel hair gently, while a white flower from the wreath I'd clumsily made and put on your head dangled across your eye, and you smiled at me, unalloyed happiness shining through that eloquent look.

Your beauty is complete.

No one else could compare. In that moment, and every moment after that, you were the most beautiful woman in the world. I am biased in saying this, but I am entitled to my opinion.

Our love, I'll never mourn,

I grew completely smitten with you. I, who had never known love, drowned in the gentleness of your eyes, the playful affection in your touch. I realised that love was, indeed, a many-splendoured thing. Just as you brought wonders into my life, the way I made you laugh and smile suggested I brought the same to yours, which only made me even more ecstatic. I was a slave to the sensation, but I did not care. I was happy. You were happy. The world was right.

Even if we never again meet,

Separation was not to be considered. It was an impossibility, a non-fact. We were meant to be together, even if nothing else in the universe mattered any more. Romantic notions, to be certain, but something in you awoke the childhood dreams I had always held. It was as if I'd shed off the skin of how tired I had been, and reemerged from a chrysalis. The world was brighter, sweeter, better with you by my side. How had I survived all those years before the phenomenon that was 'you' had occurred to me?

This is how we were love-lorn.

But you were always the more cautious one. You would laugh, but you would always worry. Whether I knew you, whether I thought about you when I touched you, or even when I wasn't, how much I loved you, how much you loved me, whether a meteor would collide on earth in a minute's time. I must confess it was one of the things about you that irked me. No love is perfect, though you are perfect to me despite certain aspects. Every time we had an argument, I would feel like I were torn asunder, my heart ripped to bloody pieces and left in a hill of carnivorous ants, to be devoured at leisure. But every time we made up, your kisses would be like a salve upon my wounded heart. And during one of those times, you made me promise I would go on even if you had stopped somewhere in the journey of life. Of course, this was impossible, so I readily agreed.

Passion casts its spell, so strong,

It is only now that I wonder whether she knew. Whether it was one of the contingencies she had prepared for, whether she had worried over it. And how many of those arguments were to scare me away, to 'save me heartache' as she would typically say. So selfless. But also so selfish. I wanted her. I told her this much ten, twenty, a hundred times, both in thought, speech, and action. I wanted her to want me, and she did. But there was the reluctance that I had never experienced. It added to her shyness, but now I wonder. I do not wonder often, and it pains me to wonder about this. And passion, after all, is about pain. I can take this pain.

Even when you're gone,

The happiness was swift.

Even when you're gone.
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This is actually based on a poem (AB alternate scheme) that can be read either way. XD

Even when you're gone,
Even when you're gone,
Passion casts its spell, sweet;
This is how we were love-lorn.
Even if we never again meet,
Our love, I'll never mourn.
Your beauty is complete
In nature's own adorn.
While your smile brings me defeat,
With your sigh, I am forsworn.

With your sigh, I am forsworn,
While your smile brings me defeat.
In nature's own adorn,
Your beauty is complete.
Our love, I'll never mourn,
Even if we never again meet.
This is how we were love-lorn,
Passion casts its spell, so sweet,
Even when you're gone,
Even when you're gone.

Hmm. Even as the poet, I can't decide which one I like more. XD Which one do you like more? Do comment! ^^