Let us talk, my darling, about the things we haven't have till today,
I dream of you in silence on the couch where we lay,
And I, like a wolf on a nighthunt- howl at the television,
listening to your eyes telling me that it feels like a prison,
But baby I assure you, I promise you, I have a reason.
Just hear me out.
See, its not that when I am watching my favourite team play,
I do not care about you or ignore you in any way.
I don't want you to,
but need you to
understand
that it's my heart that I am wearing on my sleeve,
I know its stupid and a bit hard to believe,
But its the truth that I speak-
I am not there beside you, I am the one on the field. And you are the one who's looking at me through the television screen. Actually, you are there with me too! Sitting in the stands with my name on your back. I am playing the game and you are cheering for me. Nobody's there, only you and me. But the game is on and there are more players. The only one that matters, is your prayer. The game begins and the players play the ball, its tense and its tight. The manager was right, the opposition is strong but I've got to be stronger- take on the dangers that they pose. Your lips are as red as the red blooming rose, as I see them, through the crowd of a thousand people. I am not poacher of the goal, nor do I make the game. I am the wall, between the others and my sole aim. I am a defender, who puts his all on the line. I am the guardian of my goal and all that is mine. I get bruised and I bleed, but I take it for the team. As the game wears on, my body's numb and aches. Your faith is all that it takes, to fill me with the power to give a last push. It's not just a game, its a part of my life. So if you're cheering, its not for the team, but for me, the person that I am, and the person I've been.
So when you are sitting beside me, jumping and screaming; its the passion we can share together. Because all of me belongs to you, and I need another reason to be a little bit closer, to you.
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