ARE YOU THERE?

Are you there?

If you are, can you dare?

To sweep me off my feet

With the irregular hearbeat

I can’t manage to bear.

Are you there?

If you are, then get past the scurry

And to me, please be hurry.

For every time you delay,

My heart shrinks like a fay.

Are you sure you’re there?

If you really are, then don’t tear

My already withered pear

For I’m still hopeful for my pair.

Please be sure that you’re there.

My unpredictable sun,

To clear away my wroths

And fill it with innocuous fun.

Lord, be sure to bring him here

In my vessel so mere

Yet full of incognito treasures

That only you — whoever you are — can truly measure.