Still See Her

I still see her everyday.
It's been a long time since we last talked,
But I don't think she has changed.
She still has the same smile that makes me oh so nervous,
And those eyes,
Man Oh man,
Those beautiful brown eyes,
That you can, so easily, get lost in.
She still has those cute cheeks that make you want to squish them when you see them,
And those hands,
That make you want to hold tight and never let go.
Those lips,
God those lips.
A hue of pink,
so luscious,
Tempting me to just kiss her.
But everytime I see her I have to look away,
Because, deep down, I know that she's moved on,
And even though my feelings for her haven't changed,
I know she's better off without me anyway...

Just that 'something' about Love

Love 

I slept in pain while drenched in it once. 

It caressed me silently, 

I thought that's it. 

I loved sadness, only when I bled though. 

Bled the love, I thought I had... We had.

Love 

I'm sure I've felt it before, 

once or maybe twice, maybe more.

It's nothing much, but it was quite nice. 

Infact it was only nice, when shared with you. 

Simply all these strange butterflies. 

The kind that are forever flattering by. 

Love...

Its the beauty thats in the chase of it. 

Love...

Its the beauty that is our saving Grace. 

Once you catch up to this fabled love. 

It's more about commitment, dedication, communication and drive. 

That's how I lost what I think was love I guess. 

I found it before I knew that... 

Love 

I hate that you cut so hard... 

Timeless thoughts of you and I. 

Fading, in an inexplicable yet blissful memory.

I Like my Coffee Black

Stirring my sugar into it, 

Is the first vision I have of you, 

As we sat sipping in the morning, 

And the taste of your lips, 

That still lingers, 

Months later. 

Creamy milk mixed in becomes, 

The liquid chocolate your skin comprises of, 

It still brings tingling to mine, 

And is a memory, 

That delights my eyes, 

Months later. 

Months later, 

Still, 

Heartache, 

Heartbreak, 

Hurt, 

Regret. 

In lament, 

I like my coffee black

I am Called True Love

I have lived for millions of years 

I am not in a specific place but rather everywhere 

I live but at the same time I don't exist 

I am that feeling that makes everyone unable to resist 

people named me Aphrodite or cupid no matter what 

they called me, my real name was always True Love...

Some people said it was bestowed upon me from above 

but thats not the case I have always been deep inside 

your emotions. 

Some people lose their minds 

for I am that one feeling that makes you stare,  

I make you want to forever care.

But I am also blamed for people's despair 

Apparently, I am never fair.

Sometimes I come along 

when either I am not wanted or belong 

I can make the weakest people out of the strong, 

their feelings are what is at stake...

Most of the time I'm blamed for Causing heart breaks 

I am not bad nor good, I am just me!

People have no idea what to do or believe 

when I come for most times they feel deceived, 

they feel betrayed, 

all alone and afraid,

to love once more.

But even if I'm not wanted I'm forever there 

some people don't want me but they must accept me

for I cause something they can't escape its called lust... 

I constantly stir inside of you causing a fuss 

I can easily cause happiness or sadness 

sometimes drive people into incredible madness...

I don't create your future, only you do 

I just open a door for you 

thats filled with possibilities! 

It's you who decides what happens next 

I must warn you, however, 

That you have to be careful with your step 

Because I can cause immense joy or horrendous regret 

I can fill you with love or cause terrible sorrow 

but without me you are but just hollow 

my name will always be known 

for I am called true love

Happy Souls

This is no ordinary romance, 

Initially, it won't be plain sailing, 

But forever becoming better, 

Just how courtship should be. 

We choose 

To walk slowly together, 

for the longest yet most fulfilling journey, 

taking in the views , 

And exhaling 

The most beautiful moments 

all experienced hand in hand, 

getting to know one other, 

feeling safe and content, 

happy in our souls and our hearts, 

But this is perfect, 

with you, 

it's always imperfectly perfect, 

we've already given much, 

Safe to say, shown more than many would 

or ever do in there courtship rituals. 

Our choices are limited, 

That's just the way it is, 

The way it's supposed to be. 

Love moves through from a distance, 

stripping us completely down 

With bare bones on display, 

pledging our all to each other... 

I do... we do again and again! 

Limited they might be 

but with you, 

this way feels perfect. 

I believe this is how it should be for all 

those that find themselves 

possibly falling deeply in love, 

slow steps should be taken, 

to get to grips with those feelings, 

yours and theirs as well, 

after all, 

it is forever that love is desired for two, 

not adolescent short lived flings for one. 

True love never requires a bed of roses on which to lay, 

just a voice in the dark whispering softly and honestly;

"I love you."

A Love Paralysis

I can only give but little detail, 

Because there aren't words which can describe how I feel. 

My affection for her grows stronger by the second. 

I want her so much that, sometimes it hurts, 

And so much more. 

All I can do is think only of her, 

No other thoughts really cloud my mind, 

Only images of her flow through my mind. 

And as I gaze upon her beauty, 

I find myself blessed & cursed with love paralysis. 

My heart stops and begins to ache, 

My blood boils, 

My stomach becomes tied in a knot, 

And my body starts to shake. 

I may be in love, this doesn't feel like a mistake. 

Everyday is a gift to me

Because I always wake up to her. 

Though she may not be at my side, 

It feels as if she is. 

I long for the day, I can feel her warm embrace, 

And bestow upon her.... The Greatest Kiss

The Desperation to Give Love

My skin ignites like jolts of lightning 

dancing on mountaintops, 

excited inside as my thumping heart beats...

thump thump thump 

thump thump 

Tears stream down my face as if they were rain, 

caught on a thread of spiderweb,

shiny strings that hold my fears, 

waiting for the sun to carry them away, 

Inside of me, I'm deep with love, 

wanting so 

desperately to give it to you..

My Rollercoaster Journey

It's sad to see that you don't care when I'm not there.

Where is your concern when I don't turn up to visit?

Where is your emotion?

In my eyes, I see you're going through motions.

Instead of just words which you can hide behind, show me...

But you can't, 

you won't,

you don't

And I cry...

Euphoria, depression...

Acceptance, rejection...

its a never ending cycle,

a roller coaster I can't get off.

But I don't want to be off,

So I don't get off

I'll hang on until it hurls me down,

Down onto the cold and loneliness,

that is the ground...

And I die...

I am Born of a Woman

I am born of a woman, 

the salt of the nation.

Bruised and conflicted under the sun, 

that gave way to life and meaning,

wrapped around words twisted and hammered violently,

painted immortal heart with a canvass of confusion,

deliberate dillusions of misconceived minds in deep despair,

conceived in wedlock, 

perceived to be a bastard child.

Here stands a child woven with cloaks of name tags, 

shadows that need not the sun to appear but even in that gloomy darkness they glow.

Here stands a child who once bled in hallows and dungeons, 

places unforeseen in valleys of unspoken dreams and visions, 

unspoken questions of what was, is and will be...

I am born of a woman, 

oceans of tears have crafted routes of an identity kept under rocks, 

like ink stains they remain prominent scaring the most fragile part of all.

I am born of a woman, 

through it all I gave way to the past that was painted across fading clouds of superficial thoughts, 

I leaned on a shoulder harder than a rock softer than any cloud in the sky,

put my faith in something more solid than any gem existing,

Kneeled at the feet of a healer who chooses, not the act that was but, the purity of the heart.

I am born of a woman, 

salt of the nation, 

who gave birth to a new tomorrow.

Let Me Be

Let me be your Covenant of peace, 

that when in anger and subliminal fears of yesterday fog into your sweet today,

I will embrace you, 

cradle you in the unforeseen treasures of my heart.

Let me be your temple, 

an ever green tomorrow filled with fields of blooming dreams and visions, that when in captive,

I may be your captain to navigate your aspiration safely on shore while the sultry sun give way to your new tomorrow  with no submission to sorrow.

Let me be your sun, 

that we may in the womb of tomorrow bear sons and daughters, 

fruits of your seeds that will be harvest to the nations, 

answered prayers of the afflicted, 

misunderstood and weathering hearts, 

that when in hunger of wisdom and knowledge they may navigate their destinies written in the palms of their hands.

Let me be your moonlight, 

that when in doubt of the present, 

I may lead you through still nights, 

past silences that blur the route of your tomorrow.

I will shine my light of serenity from the depth of my heart where you will always find your feet upon the ground, 

dread on thorns of hate, 

flames of guilt, 

ashes of words that were spoken unto you, 

used to curse the lips of those who seek to bless you...

Let be your winter, 

that when the nights are too long and cold, 

I will submit my being to you. 

Allow the warmth of my flesh to caress you gently while you rest on my chest a place you can call home, 

I will keep you under the belly of my promises to see you through trials and tribulations that when summer comes you will never find yourself in Limbo but in an oasis where your prayers are always answered, 

your praises heard 

and your song of perseverance enchanting even in the minds of the ignorant...

Let me be your spring, 

give life a whole new meaning of love, 

an affection stronger than any form of hate conflicted on your yesterday, so that you may never be a convict, cuffed and imprisoned by debtors in this world.

Let me be the sound of your pacing heart, 

move along swiftly and gradually through the change of time,

through the changes of life,

in that heavenly music parade of each others presence, 

where birds sing and flowers dance to the sound of our heart beats, 

I want to be your reason for living.

Let me be your dance, 

guide your steps on the stage of existence, 

in that when the time to fall comes, 

we'll be in each others arms forming a bond inseparable in its nature. When the time to stumble comes,

we'll be a united force illuminating in the presences of darkness that dare take the word "hope" from tomorrow, in that, there will be a communion of trust.

Let me be your man, 

strong willed, 

bed rock integrity that our seasons may compliment each other in that you may be the woman you want to be...