I 'll peel oranges for you 🍊

i am impatient. i am constant,, ever-moving,, restless as a river's flow — always in motion but never to be slow. my world is a typhoon,, a chaotic dance; in the act of observance i crave just a glance. oh,, the agony of wanting is such a sweet pain, like a flower aching for the rain. i am hasty and fretful but for you I'll stay,, . i will find my rightful place when you recognize my silent grace. and until then I'd be just a statue in time,, crisp trepidation in my frantic rhymes. i'd lose myself in the depths of your gaze, the meandering drawl of the things you say. the primal instinct of my nature i'd defy for you have given me the courage to try. to sit in the shadow of your absence I'd choose,, for in longing you would be my muse. come to me, and I will be still, for in your presence I find my will to be patient,, to wait,, to love in the quiet for you are the peace in my eternal riot. i despise tranquility but i have a love language,, born of quiet service and hushed devotion. i am the storm tamed by your stillness,, the wind that pauses to kiss your cheek. in the language of service I yearn to speak,, to wait in silence,, though my restraint is weak. i have always seen stillness as labor. but if it puts you to bed,, I'd write you a billion fables. i would linger in the shadows of your sleep,, watch your breaths and your spoken dreams. for you i would peel oranges,, i'd even remove the seeds — i would put them in a plate just for you to feed. i'll chop you fruits with scarred fingers; the juice would sting my cuts,, but for you i won't bother. for eternities and eons i can wait; slither from Eden and pass by heaven's gate because for you I'd still my racing heart. in the biggest crowds i would behold only your art: learn you slowly part by part. sit by my side as i peel oranges for you: unravel the rind,, put the flesh in view. it's a simple act but i hope it tells you more on how for you i'd be the unyielding shore.

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