Slinging scribbles

I performed a soliloquy of us talking. You perched, poised on the couch narrating a story, and me listening as intently as my ears can, eyes stuck to your gesticulations for they might disturb your exercise. Not a movement is made for your dear attention is at stake, I dare take a breathe to live longer to hear the peculiar lady's tale! The convivial has defied time but has revived faith in honest intentions, the propinquity caved in to the temptations, that had been kept at bay for so long have been surrendered to a lout, my lady, you want to make an ideal companion out of me? How lucky could my luck be? Pray, tell me, why you took a prime number when composites were never afar? I performed a soliloquy of us talking in your presence, for I made a photographic memory of our schmoozes, for its those moments of absence, for its these moments of presence.  

Far far away where the light beckons for seduction, It allures many, scares a few, darts the lucky fewest, remains unknown to rest. That light twitters, illuminates, brightens too as also shuts, It bears the ignominy of pain, pretense and yet remains the most sought pleasure. One such light I have, Its the only twilight I treasure. It allures, scares, darts and yet remains unknown to me! For thee I search, for thee must remain mystery, for you are bound; for its my duty. Of all the experiences I have had, I want to remember this one, I want this to culminate into a chain, To be able to hold my head in pride when I am grey, To be able to say; this was the true light I treaded! If I had a sandglass, I would replace the sand with gravels, That would ensure that the time sedates and passes with ease. But for you, I must wait, for there is a hope, for I know the light will meet me, for I have reached the horizon. for I know its love.