Not even in Paradise
could I find someone
as spectacular as you.

You make fairytale gentlemen
look inferior with your sweet gestures
and unconditional compassion.

Superheroes are a thing of the past,
for you are the only one I look to
when danger’s ahead.

Not in my dreams,
nor in the books that I read.
Not even in the movies;
Hollywood couldn’t possibly
capture the greatness of you.

Words once on a page,
have come to life-
but are even better in person.

Our love is to eternize.
It is to become perpetual.
To never end.

We are striving for that day to
develop into a
reality.

We cannot wait
for what the future
holds for us.

Our memorable
‘I do’ moment
is what we yearn for.

Family portraits in the
corridor is what we
dream of.

Two rocking chairs, seated together
on the patio in the summertime
is our goal.

Our love is never ending.
Perpetual.
Eternal.

I could barely keep my eyes open.
I was so wasted.
So drunk, I forgot my name.
So buzzed, I failed to remember my worth.
So intoxicated, I don’t remember exactly what happened.
All I can recall is the fact that I was so incredibly tanked.
Only, it wasn’t alcohol I was getting high off.
No, it wasn’t *** or ****,
coke, or molly,
beer or whiskey,
tequila or *****…
My mother warned me about all of those.
But she, among other people,
“forgot” to warn me about the living, breathing drugs;
the ones they don’t tell you about in school.
The tan, brown eyed, black haired ones.
The ones with the tender kisses after every hit.
The ones with the charming smiles and the sparkling eyes.
Those are the ones
no one ever mentions.
Although, they are the worst for your health;
emotional, mental, physical, and spiritual…
no one gives you the precaution.
And soon enough,
you find yourself
burned out,
shaking,
dizzy and
nauseous
because of this one fatal addiction.
The name of this cruel intoxication?
The Player.

There she sat upon the wall.
Longing for springtime to come,
she wished to blossom into a beautiful bud,
Although, beautiful was not expected to come about.
Nevertheless, she was to bloom,
into a wallflower-
a flourish that was shunned by the most prized beings-
she desired to cut the vines from which she sprouted,
to be erased from the lineage of her loved ones.
She yearned to fall among the soil and the pasture,
to be trampled on by the glorious.
Because at least there,
lying in the fallow,
she would’ve been touched by the legendary.

maybe i didn't
fall in love with the way
you smile,
or the way your eyes
light up when you talk about
something you like.

maybe the didn't fall in love,
with the way laugh;
the way
your eyes would crinkle,
and the way you would
lean back a little.

maybe i fell in love
with the way you fall asleep,
and the way you are
as gentle
and as kind
as a butterfly,
pollinating a little,
small flower,
trying ever so hard,
not to hurt it.

we drank and
she said i
smelled
like cigarettes
I never rubbed
her feet
but i knew
they were cold,
she was high
in heels
she left
and i
felt the
breeze
paint the
walls when
the door
slammed
i watched
her walk
to the street
her hair
was like
stripped ribbon
it was late
and i was tired
and i woke
to a nasty
message
on the machine
but made
breakfast like
any other day

You’re my heaven,
you’re my rescue,
you’re the love of my life
and you’ve become all of these
wonderful things,
effortlessly.