I am thirsty
for your company and intelligence.
And I hunger to know more.
Promise to feed me
with words of wisdom,
for I have a growing mind
which needs nutrition to survive.
Our dates will be in libraries
and our field trips into fiction.
We will get high on speculation
and have evening rituals of mental meditation,
Late night sessions of intellectual conversation
Always with our eyes on the narrow road,
Else our knowledge will only be fool’s gold.
We will grow old in lyrical tandem.
Excitement is when you learn from me.
Elation is when I learn from you.
Ecstasy is when our minds click
with the single simultaneous thought
that proves our minds were meant to be united.
Marry my mind and I will wed yours.
Ravage my thoughts, and I will love yours.
Leave no corner unexplored,
That all that must be left behind closed doors
Will be locked within yours.
Be questioned. Be answered.
Discover, and discover your limits.
For we may say we may pursue everything,
But not everything is beneficial.
To be smart is to know how smart one should be.
But grow old with me.
When the first strands of grey hair sprout on our heads,
We will count each one as a streak of wisdom,
until we can call our foliage Solomon,
our curls more numerous than his girls.
Why must we sleep?
Why must we leave the company of the kindred thinker?
Separation seems agony when we had already become one.
Turn on the night lamp.
Read me like a book and I’ll speak you like a quote.
By the final full stop,
We shall call each other one another’s Proverbs.