Cynical Ballads (Poetry Insert No.3)

Agony of Reality

So my thoughts are of her.
I should be there.
The Pain that she feels
Is tragic and unfair.

The Cloud has provided
A place for us to
Be friends.
Believe me when I say,
This is not the end.

I have seen your soul
In your heavenly eyes
Once trapped and caged
And completely disguised.

Now that soul
Has been set free.
Never to late
All will see.

This sweet one
Who I call "Trouble Pants".
Is here for today.
I am grateful for this chance.

I have never had
Time for anyone.
Never wanted to,
Until this one.

In this life
And in the next
The one after that
And all the rest.

For all existence
And all eternity.
Our souls are connected
And she will see.

This fragile flower
Showing beauty amongst the weeds
Will be in my heart forever.
As she would say,
"Indeed"

The agony of reality
Frustrates me so much.
Some are luckier than I
For they have felt her touch.

I will always be here
For whatever she needs.
Admiring the beautiful flower
That flowered above the weeds.

This is both the toughest
and the greatest
experience of my life.
I would not trade it for
for anything.
For nothing ever has felt
This right
In my Life.