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MY CLOSED SIDE UNVEILED Laughing for no reason is like dreaming of memories When I have travelled far and wide, in my mind Seeing myself among the glittering stars in the sky Or, sailing to a suburb city as if I did not need wings For countless hours, I have lost myself in wonder My muse, like in the vastness of the sea, To feel the power and beauty of the waves The elegance of the gentle touches, heavenly The mastery of where and when to kiss, seraphic Filling the pelvic and heart-like breath of salvation The triumph of my spirit overcoming all yearnings, My senses Inspired me to be young and vibrant again Oh, love, it is cham you ushered to soothe my loneliness Helping and enhancing my treasure chest of memories, Love, of which I only knew from books and songs, distantly Has indeed sneaked up on me, made me gracefully captive.

From the very first time I met you, Angel, I felt drawn to your soul. Sifting and wading through the debris of life tangles, I prayed the divine to take you and me to a place of evolution. Where energy and intentions of relationship align, so, though age, environment, prior relationships, commitment remain barriers, I feel the beat of your heart afar, The sound of your songs without a sound. The many hindrances may keep you away... But you are so worthy of true affection, virtuous of a life and love that defines your worth, that I persevere  However your life runs  21 up that may keep you tucked away in shadow, If you ever are needy, I will walk into darkness have you freed, And as long as you and I keep it honest, will walk through the haze holding your hand. You see, I would rather drown in the ocean of an angel, Than a life without one on dry land. And if you promise to give me a chamber in your heart, I promise to stay forever. For there in the chamber is where the aura is; that ma

You are an angel in disguise, With the wisdom of Solomon and the experience of Methuselah, And as you about to turn 21, Know, the world is your oyster. You have got the looks of a goddess, And the heart of a saint, You are kind, intelligent, and nice, And for all I know ever humble and motherly As you soon would turns 21, May you continue to grow in wisdom, May you find friends who will help you stay maverick,  Not browbeaten by 3rd party dreads, And may you always be true to herself. For you are a rare gem, A diamond in the rough, And as you turns 21, The world stays your playground. So I wake to raise a toast, To you, amazingly Blessed, May you continue to shine, And light up the world.

This is a story about us. An ‘us’ that is perhaps a construction of my imagination: an artist wishfully in love with a girl who conceivably may not feel the same way as he does. It is the same as these thoughts of mine that also may be construed but not confirmed. Before you travelled, all of you, without reserve, presented a sweet, luscious, caring, and sensationally unrivalled. Everything about you was a dream; a conception of meeting an angel in human form made me pinch myself every morning to reaffirm I was not in dreamland. Your laughs was infectious, coming from a profound, sincere place and completely oozing with happiness and joy. You would have answers to anything I said to you without a thought of judgment or connotation and always have the equivalent weight of response to what was said. You continually displayed a never-could-be-cornered personality; often, you never answered questions straight, which was annoying but bizarrely sweet. It pushed me to want to convin

Last night, as I lay in bed, you were the last thought in my head. As I woke up this morning, I thought of you again, And so it has been since you walked into my life. In you, I have found an angel personified, Bringing me the fruit I hungered for, that turned my must-have need. And when unexpectedly presented me, I gobbled it up in greed, Satisfying a craving that my gender would celebrate as conquest and move on. But not me, for the thirst of the fruit laid me to waste, As my longing surged and my need to want more increased at a faster pace. The taste turned my thirst buds riotous, Telling me that what I got was just a scratched surface. Now I’m left wondering what it is about this unquenchable Blessing that I crave, What alluring constituency is in a Blessing that I can’t have enough of? Such that the love of, thoughts of, and need of are so consuming? Dear Lord, this Blessing has turned my mystique and underbelly into an unquenchable fire, please send me a qualified Nurse who

Yesterday talk with you was a lesson, An eye-opener, a moment of reflection. I asked the questions, you answered with grace, I prompted issues, being suggestive, and you responded with poise💞. I pushed the boundary with a diss to have you react, Yet you sweetly took it all in, never to retract. You even suggested arguing a point but relented; it Gave me all the advantages, which I considered crooked. It’s good to be delicate, friendly, kind, sweet, and respectful, Qualities that are gracious if reciprocated and beautiful. Yet still, such values and qualities are meant to support each other, Not hinder or have you vulnerable and not the queen you ought to be💘. Someone is rooting for you to have a nice day, To be happy and fulfilled in every way. Do call to disturb when free; I need an angel to ask how I am, To share my thoughts and feelings with someone who gives a damn💋