Poetry
The tall, dark and handsome man I long for
His broad shoulders are the frames to the most
beautiful painting
His eyes illuminate in the sky like the stars
Almost as if you could touch him,
your dreams would come true.
"He feels like fresh Silk" you think as he caresses your hand.
When he looks into your eyes he sees the epitome of all your pain, sorrow, lies and unrighteousness.
He gives you way to speak.
He gives you a voice.
He gives you understanding love.
He let's you speak YOUR truth.
Then you finally realize that you're in love
You wonder how can this man be so perfect
Now you and I have found our
Rhythm
Our Beat
Our Passion
Our Drive
Our Love
Our Poetry.