Heart Upon A Letter

Can I bear my heart on this one?

To the queen who shall remain nameless…

I don’t even care about the poetry.  In my efforts to give adoration towards your glory, out emerged visual words of rhythmic energy… but their elaborately spun metaphoric meanings were never the point- simply the means to one.

You can liken me to the schoolyard boy shying away from the girls, not because he was shy but rather because he was mesmerized by her shine. His heart was magnetized and he lack the scientific know how of how to stir the chemistry. Indeed it takes a certain type of man to boldly shed his boyish skin on behalf of his cherished maiden…

I am that little boy in the school yard. I am a solar eclipse. I am that memory hovering just out of grasp in your mind. I am your dream vacation ever since you were a child… In essence- I am the silent call for your attention. The deafening gestures of a tentative heart…

Do you see me?

I can scrap the sweet words of romance- just for a moment alone with you. And when you catch a sweet tooth, I’ll have chocolate covered words of soul tipped love mutterings for you… a delicate whisper in your ear…

But in all honesty- poetry pales in comparison to the real thing… Who keeps a candle lit once the sun has come out?  Mi’lady you are that sun who lights my sky no matter how far away you may ever be…

It’s enchanting really. I’ve tried blocking you out, and I refrain from gushing often… but when you smile at me it’s game over. I know true love isn’t common because I’ve never felt a love like this…

Anywho- all verbal expression must come to an end… I hope to see you soon- and I pray you allow yourself to see me the way I see you.

Have a wonderful evening mi’lady…

Sincerely,
Me

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Sweet Mystery

 

Sweet.

You’re beautiful. Angelic. Inspiring. Living, breathing poetry beyond all of my writing…

Mystery.

Thoughts out, but heart hidden. Conversational, but with your own mission.

Sweet mystery.

That’s exactly what you are to me.  I’ve become a student of those pupils peeking out from behind the veil that separates the two of us.  There’s a truth in us- true beauty no lust.  But I swore off the romance til I could live the book of Romans… waiting on Heavenly timing, but the clock hands seem paralyzed.  Pair of lives.  All good things come in twos.  The best friend I ever did have, but should I say so it is you I might lose…

My sweet mystery.

Well, not mine per se, but I associate all tasteful things with soulful gravity placing them neatly around me.  But listen… this is night fall, and I don’t wanna see your knight fall- I don’t know if it’s my banner, take a gander, cuz just possibly… it’s me that you were looking for.  But night falls bring sun rise, and lucky me, I’m a son of God. This letter is for you- not for everybody.  But close your eyes when you read it, lest you tell somebody…

People listen,

I’m enticed- by her mystery, an addict like doin mathematics on caffeinated energy.  My vision is prismatic- I see multi-dimensional things.  An asthmatic for ordinary tactics, the mundane is toxic gas and it just stops up my breathing.  I’m willing, to believe that you’re not the only mystery.  That deep inside this home is a Holmes for soul deciphering.  To bring hearts out to the light to breathe.  She’s clinging to that word she got, but I’m her whole vocabulary…

Not braggin. Not boastin. Just sayin and hopin. That maybe the picture of God’s promises are painted in slow motion, and His brush of choice is patience just to get you where you’re going… The word can stay the same, while manifestation embraces change.

Penny for your thoughts…

Nevertheless, you’re ever the best, and with this last letter I put it to rest… No need to freeze, or panic, or stress- what has been decreed needs no further digress… Lest go further I press, and share what is left… This bundled package of “hm” perched here on my chest…

But no- you’re not the only enigma around town.

In this vibrant, exciting land of you and me, sweet mysteries abound.

The Taste of Love

Its sweet.
I do not know if you have ever had the express pleasure of sampling love’s delectable treats, but….
It is sweet.
Although the prismatic effect denies men their rest as they seek to describe the multi-colored beauty of love the best… it is simple.
And it is sweet.
It is that rare treat that satisfies your teeth sweet, and simultaneously revives and makes you healthy..
It is- the most valuble possession of humanity, and can even make beggars wealthy…
It is sweet.
It is like a cup full of the drops that fly out from Heaven’s waterfalls…
It is unremarkable yet enchanting to the eye, and injects hope into the hopeless goodbyes…
It is sweet.
It is- so sweet that it has altered the very seasoning of eternity…
Removed the taste of bitterness and given everyone something for which to be yearning…
It is so precious as to be undeserved..
But by the favor of God I have tasted and I have learned…
That love- is sweet.

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~The Wordsmith

4 Drink Minimum

You’re so intertwined in your past that you can’t unwrap your present…
Friendship is what I’ve got – not much salad, but good dressing…
But your suspicious nature is like a bad dance – yeah you keep rejecting…
So I’ll move on, keep your shoes on, what I’m offering can’t be got with a coupon…

~The Wordsmith