The Discovery.. Poem by Marcus Lomboy

I can't believe I haven't figured it all out yet..
On the other hand I just figured out my outfit..
A splash of color to brighten up the bland..
Put my iPod on repeat and tune up the band..

An influx of claps, kicks and bass in my eardrums..
An intake of emotions yet my fingers near numb..
Block out discomfort with time for reflection..
Trying to decipher every inner conviction..

Every answer I've hidden from myself..
How I've played every hand you've dealt..
Why I fell for you, why I can't move on..
Why I still try though you're already gone..

I've made the greatest discovery possible..
One that makes the Rosetta stone seem laughable..
I'm a gentleman that's really quite affable..
Facing a prospect that seems impossible..

...
And that's making you love me..
My angel...hold no one else above me..
You are lovely...but that's the discovery..
That's exactly what's impeding my recovery..

A beautiful smile and cute cheeks..
Nice eyes and a sense of style so chic..
Innocent and caring, patient and fun..
Every aspect that makes you my number one..

Intelligence beyond compare..
Yet shy and mature with time to spare..
A pure sense of self that can last forever..
An infectious laugh that makes everything better..

Now I'm wishing for another angel like you..
Knowing that's impossible, so I bid you adieu..
True love is undercover see..
And that is my discovery..