I can’t tell my friends about this… It’s just not a tough look. It’s not a manly phrase. They already know she pulls something wondrous out of me – no reason smiles, songs and melodies laced with mushiness, movie references I have no business making, heck even poetry verse with no rhyme… The list goes on. I try to explain how I was clouded by bitter rain, living life first, but had a caboose heart – always at the end of the train. My childhood plagued me, past relationships ailed me, my calculations played me, and I’m certain that somewhere somebody hates me… Such sentiments I keep buried in the confines of my heart’s depths – truths I dare not utter. Trapped in the cocoon of my blunders, til I discovered…
She came along like Polly, and wheeled me away like a dollie, I’m sorry, but probably I wouldn’t be so intoxicated had I encountered more anomalies. Too many lady wannabees, buzzing around the comb, but producing no honey. In the words of my mother – “Honey, please.” I tried to avoid, but I still caught a few like disease, those fleas that leech, and let you scratch your itch to appease, but ultimately are not the embodiment for that which one seeks. But her… At the first love flutter, I was so startled I called my brother. He told me to get it together, no woman can be such a treasure. I wanted to listen… I wanted to believe… But as soon as she came around me, the love flutters overpowered me. My heart was beatin like it wanted out of my chest, my eyes were seeing light like perceiving life out of death. I could barely catch my breath. Heart pace runnin out of steps. What was left? Put these love flutters to the test.
My boys asked me to define this enigma that’s rigged my mind. I told them to sit down, and watch the metaphors pass by… Have you ever been working hard, sweatin strong, sun blazing down? She’s the cool cup of lemonade, and the breeze’s gentle sound. If you playin spades, then she’s the ace, if you eatin sweets, then she’s the taste. Judge found me guilty of true love, and I plead her as my case! If you paint a rainbow in the sky – she’s the sparkle that catches your eye, the dream arising in your mind, and the promise of grace that God made to mankind… If you run a marathon she’s endurance, if you’re lacking health then she’s insurance. She’s a tourist of your personality, and a resident of your heart. She’s the reason you run home after work, because she’s a home run woman, her exquisiteness is out the park.
I paused to catch my breath, and my homies were on they feet. No reason smiles on they face, asking “yo, can you find one for me?!” So many fish in the sea, but I’m just looking for one “A” to match my “B.” Where do these women you speak of stay at? I’m ready for love fluttering. My mind is open, waiting for a dove to fly through the window. I tell them, fellas I don’t know, she caught me surprise yo. Just make your heart a home worth living in, your mind a place she can be freed in, your soul a megaphone for God to speak in, and your actions a direct correlation of what you believe in… Oh and don’t panic. Cuz when you feelin smooth as butter, shapin your dough – cookie cutter, tearin your fears asunder, honing and pruning yourself to be a lover, it’ll happen… This girl will take root in your mind, and suddenly –