Cool summer began to blend into the evening
Dry air swept out the heat and as cold air drew in,
he exhaled as though it was meant to be
It wasn't romantic, it wasn't out, it wasn't in
It was just the moment
When you should be gazing at the beauty
But he's looking into the beast
He not into it, no
Just the moment, he described
It made him be disobedient, adamant and obscure.
He wrote, yes, day and night
But all he wrote
Was about that one time
He wasn't gathering, loyal, good or a boyfriend
He was out there
He wasn't sinking
And at that exact moment he knew
Love was what you found within a company of one
Not two, not three
But within him
And he thought, it is well, around twelve,
Why don't I wait till one,
Because for once it might be worth it all alone...
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This poem is about a man, who finally found himself self satisfied without having to have a woman by his side. He didn't fall, He rose, for his soul and heart. And he won.
Because before wanting to be have a long term blissful relationship, you have to know that you are Blissful and in much balance with yourself first. Only then will it work, effortlessly.
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