Bottles and Pans
There’s a girl at a sink with some bottles and pans,
unaware that she holds someone’s heart in her hands.
This girl has her alchemist’s mind set on love—
crafting concoctions to snag a prince from above.
And there is a boy who has seen her through trials and errors,
who is dreamily sure that there’s nobody fairer.
Faithfully he tries all her powders and potions,
praying to be noted by his true love’s emotions.
His adoration burned wordlessly on through the years,
until he was buried in bottles, high up to his ears!
But waiting and waiting to interrupt her routine
was not nearly as painful as remaining unseen—
Thus, he jumped, landing light where he leapt,
standing so quietly in the room where she slept.
Whispering softly, in ears unsuspecting,
words he hoped would fast be connecting.
“I want you to look at me, woman to man,
and reflect on the things that I’ve done for your hand.
With your endless supply of tinctures and brews,
your heart wants to be able to view and be viewed.
But true love is before you, watching you try
to find a companion to hold when you die.
I have sat here and silenced the thoughts in my mind,
but it’s true that no longer can I see you be blind.
I want to marry my love with her bottles and pans,
walk into eternity; two names in the sand.
So I’m begging you, please! Drop your disguise!
abandon your bottles
and open your eyes!”