Mr. Poetry

Before anything, I love you 1000

I spoke of you before

The moment I saw you

I told them how beautiful you are

You got glasses and I'm glad I'm reading when you pass me by

With my head down but sharp quick eyes, 

I noticed your hands are like the epitome of lost piano keys I need to find

Your lips the curve of cupid's bow I have to kiss

You feet the padding feet of penguins flapping and flap! and flap!

Your body the hourglass of a model flower I had in many lives kept more than cat's nine lives 

I could search for you ten-fold of this earth and mirth on 

the minerals and stones and sands and gravels which will be timid of my sacrificial love

Spending time determining your pet peeves, and sweet tooth lacks

Go figure how my patience kick out my depression because of your loss 

how this heaviness in my heart felt every time I think about your absence the most

I would find you in places I know and only I know because

Coffee shops, libraries and art shops and studios where you visits, I came too 

 There is only one you, Nobody is like you

Faith lead me to you , And Thank God, lord don't sue

How bizarre, right? 

Because if he wouldn't, then I don't know who could

I have past I want to keep but you-our future was all I see. 

And it might sound so corny but I tried my very hardest to create a poem

I have crumpled papers I lost count and maybe I'll buy another bin but

I made a braille of book incase you wanna read, 

I promise I wouldn't steal that.

So you can have the audacity to laugh, to smile

Because it makes you prettier, it makes you-you 

I know you are the author of my romantic escapades, and safety spaces are your favorite days

I know you've been the singer in the lyrics I write and you never know  I secretly sing it for you, 

am I right? 

And I know you are the most expensive guitar I stole by the music store

Or the last vintage collection sold I need  to have that comes with a highest bid price

and more

You are berries when you smell good, by this part, you'll eventually know I like them too

And you are wild lilac when you stink, please, don't ever look down upon yourself

Don't cry for me, no

Don't hesitate  because you are just right for me 

And funny thing is, I haven't eaten that apple you gave me

When I cried for a subject,

You lend me apple in the places you least find

thinking I was a beggar on the streets

I know a lot of things and most are not free 

I know a lot of things, love. I just do. 

You have undergone becoming complicated, encountering difficult challenges, in ways I couldn't expect