I can’t help but wonder about all the things you could do for me. My heart is even more curious, because of all the things you’ve already done to me.
Keeping me wondering when we’ll met in print, I don't even acknowledge all the second so spent. Not even caring of the tasks so stalled, in wait of your rebuttal, no time passes at all.
My electrified words reach out to you from so very far away but, even if it were just a few steps, I could; in no greater way, give my heart to you.
We’ve never even met and yet I know what it is to dread being apart from you.
Could I ever even expose my soul to another once more?…I’m really not sure.. but I am curious all the more.
The scars run deep from the adultrosities and deceit. But somewhere,there’s someone who’ll once more leave me complete. She won’t judge a fool by what he posses. She’ll earn ever embrace and know often his caresses. She well kiss and be kissed and treasured ,this jewel. She will mold my heart like liquid ore, and strike fast a mighty tool.
If she can show me the way,like the legions of great women before, she will never lose my ear and the gratitude will endure.
She must know however, I am like a child who was neglected in life. Still, even the roughest of terrains, can conceive of new life.
I share her passion to give ear to the unheard, and the children left behind with their lives so disturbed.
A chance or two Is all some will need, yet some will still manifest thorns and suffocate dreams like weeds.
More care must be tendered too the blossoming bud and set in the direct sunlight of a heart radiating love.
This is how we will grow our children and watch them become a delightful bouquet of colorful flowers with so much character and immersed in virtue.
My eyes have engaged your small frame and I can see that you have been strengthened by the struggle to emerge from the cocoon, like the caterpillar's last fight before it’s final freedom gives her the right to become a butterfly.
In this you have you found the patience needed to love the deserving. Why do we love so much, the ones who are most capable of disappointing us so?
God has separated us like two poles apart , where one will end the other must start. The stubborn man will be the rock and hold the key that unfastens a lock. He will become the wielder of your stranded heart, with the ability to console... or tear it apart.
The other will be blessed with tender poise, gentle ,yet ferocious and capable of a mighty noise. The matriarch, her northern point, meeting at the southern tip the two shall become a joint. Becoming the essence of woman and man with the responsibility of life, in the palms of their hands
...yeah..that sounds real nice. Even if it is still only a dream... maybe one day..one day it will become our reality. My utopia finally. My peace, on this lonely Earth.
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