I pray to God
He grants me
A beautiful woman.

and by beautiful i don't mean
in the shade of her skin
or the height of her cheekbones
or the voluptuousness of her body
or the colour of her eyes

By beautiful I mean those traits
that are more than skin deep
The ones that are
soul deep.

I hope people who are in love
appreciate what they have
because it’s people who are out of love
like me
who realise
the value of that gift

I wonder what it feels like
to love another human.
I wonder what it feels like
to have butterflies
when you see someone
when you hold someone
because
i’ve never felt it
but i’ve read about it
but i’ve imagined it
but i’ve dreamed about it
but i’ve longed for it
but i’ve never had it.
i wonder what it would feel like
if someone saw me
and had those butterflies.
and felt nervous
and excited
and happy

I’m slowly worrying
that I may never feel it.
But it would drive me crazy
because i am not normal
and i’m scared ill give
too much of myself to someone
and get lost
in another human
but i wonder what it feels like
to have butterflies
when you see someone

Serene is the ocean beneath the feet of the lover, pebbles swim yet fishes eat one another.

The lover gazes into the clouds of fur and leather, wondering whether there will be a stormy weather.                                        
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The busy bee makes it's delicacy with no interruption, gathering with no thought or assumption.
          
The volcano erupted with no precaution. A tornado came to tame what seemed a natural disaster but submerged into chaotic motion.

The lover stays with feet fixed beneath the wet sand to absorb all the climentic weather. Ready to face the commotion.

The sky cries loudly,
Its tears pelting on the Earth.
It weeps with sadness.

Grey blankets mask the sky
The jaws of winter
bite into my skin
Warm leather seats embrace me
Melancholy rain splashes on the bonnet
kissing and caressing
A river from God himself
Some people
feel the rain
and others
others
they just get wet

When will my soul be at peace with me
When there’s a void inside as deep as the sea

Tired of transient pleasures and memory
A longing for something not temporary

An aching for happiness that does not seem to tire
How can a soul be free when its enslaved by its desires?