Beauty and the Machine

She told me that she knew how and when she would die
She said it like a leaf would so gently fall to the ground
As I uncomfortably and mechanically looked around
I realized the tranquility and humility in her eyes

Those two eyes like bluest harvest moons with dark rings
Stared at me with a soft depth I admit I still envy
Confirmed my one familiar fear as they quickly sent me
Head over heals in love and far above the way I wanted things

She has secret romantic views every now and then
She makes me work clanking hard to discover her true colors
Though it makes me unpleasantly different than the others
I say it clear yet stated with a tear that we are only friends

But it deconstructs me to say it.

I want her youthful kiss so bad I cant taste it
But I want her commitment even more than her pale lips
Yet either way, it ultimately comes right down to this:
If I kiss her I loose her, if I profess her I'll ruin it

So why even try it?

I can't.

Because she has a laugh like a rich champagne
And her death brings rumbling danger beneath my throttle
Full steam ahead, she speeds toward her true love bottle
I'll loose her so soon, so any sooner would be much more pain

Than I could bear.

Winter comes quickly this orange autumn season
We two friends should rejoice now with a sneaking sadness
Before the cold snow falls thick and with it her dear madness
She sails for destinations my metal albatross has no reason

To venture.

The sea will naturally gently take her somewhere new
Farther than her cold home town that sounds like a sitcom name
Farther than her under-appreciated mother's shame
But what if by some cruel irony, her heaven had no booze?

She loves the fiery nectar of the Gods so much
She may forget what comes in a very distant second
Can I give her that thing before the floating pyre beckons?
Can I give her a love, my love that will certainly be rushed?

And will she accept it?

She told me that she knew how and when she would die
And she tells me still, through beauty with lips unmoving
And all I want is a strong embrace with eyes approving
But all I have are burnt spark plugs of love that makes me cry