Crescent Moon

There was a time in the annals of history

When you knew me not, and I knew not your story.

That changed fast, too fast, if you ask me;

And soon one day you thought that you knew me!

All of me; you thought you knew all of me!

And, then, I wonder why you wanted to change me!

There came a time when you began to sing

And hoped I would dance to your rhythm's ring.

I agreed fast, though I found your notes too jarring;

Though your song stung my ears, you found me dancing!

I had no practice, and yet I was actually dancing!

I'd be a puppet, you thought, and you'd pull the string!

I had carried on well after the last mishap

Letting myself not fall into that lonely gap.

Indeed, I felt something amiss on the map;

Until you came to my doors with a gentle tap!

And, all of a sudden, you made me want to rap!

A lover of Beethoven suddenly wanted to rap!

I've told you my past, and of its little dent;

Of a damsel in distress who had taken my heart on rent.

But you still hide from me your very shady present;

A full moon that's worse than a moon crescent!

And you wish, in my heart, to pitch your own tent!

I'm waiting to hear from you only one word of commitment!

Silently it tries to kill me, bit by bit;

To wait for a signal is to take a big hit.

As you say, you can't rest where I can sit;

And where you like to lounge, you say I do not fit!

You have time, which I don't to my own credit!

All I ask is that you come forth and commit!

One way or the other you should decide;

Either way, in me you could confide.

If you really know me, you have nothing to hide;

If not, then tell me as a friend, without your pride!

Could I be your groom; would you be my bride?

If not, consider that all your love just died!