Strong, spontaneous, courageous.
Believer, spiritual, righteous.
He creates a purpose, a motive
To be alive, to live another day.
He is the reason I wake up with a smile.
His looks caught my glance
His smile had me at hello.
Oh he is the sweetest, the best.
His arms sculpted so magnificently
His hands the size of my wallet.
This boy is understanding, patient
Non-judgemental, tolerant, concerned
For my well being my life.
He overlooks my past flaws
Never keeping record of my wrongs
He always told me forget the negatives
Hold onto the positives and move on.
Reminiscing our first meeting
Oh how oblivious I was
Of his odd attraction to me by the outside.
He never said it but now I know
I had his heart and he wanted mine.
We were so distinct yet we were the same.
Like twins separated at birth.
His values, morals, principles.
All of these were equivalent to mine
They were exact, precise, equal to mine.
He was a part, another compartment
Belonging to me and I grasped onto him
I love him without reason
Without logic but with choice.
Our love is magical, complicated, serene.
He is grace, he is beauty.
I love him without cause
But he was mine on purpose.
I love that boy...... that boy of mine.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"The truth is better scripted than hidden!" This is a collection of poems that I wrote in my youth inspired by the many emotions and phenomenon entrenched in my thoughts. My vision is to inspire, enlighten and empower.
