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Virtuous Mar 2
Counting down the hours
Till I can see your face again
This love I have for you is strong
The mind could hardly comprehend
I must say I’m not a fan
Of the time we spend apart
Beloved you constantly consume
My thoughts and my heart
I belong to my Beloved
And he belongs to me
I could gaze into your eyes
Infinitely
Not just because of their beauty
Which cannot be matched
Except by your soul
Which to mine is attached
I’m in love with my Husband
Virtuous Dec 2020
I bought a planner last year
With pink and white roses on the front

But it’s not the roses that matter
Or even the pages inside
Because I had 2020 plans
And then became a bride!
How foolish was I
To think I had this year written down
That’s just the writer in me
Strategically placing my verbs, adjectives, and nouns

This passion for stories
That I carry within myself
Always been apart of me
Addicted to the bookshelf

Found the one whom my soul loves
While the world around us falls apart

Never known love like this before
Beloved forever I am yours

Pink and white roses
Romantic and soft
Symbolism
Emotionalism

I had plans for 2020?
No
2020 had plans for me
But here’s the thing see
As beautiful as this year may be
There’s a darkness as well
None of which I could foretell

Trauma...Riots...Diseases...Death

Constant feeling of needing to catch my breath

Sometimes I just want to scream HELP!!!
...

I’ve fallen in this deep hole
And I can’t get out
It’s dark and it’s cold
I’m weak and burnt out

No fancy imagery here
Just reality of the situation
Temptation
condemnation
Or lack there of
How can I feel
When I’ve become so numb

But I can’t be that numb
Because I am so in love
How did I find something so wonderful
What we have Beloved - so real, so beautiful
What God has brought together
Let no man separate
What we have
Could never replicate

When I look into your eyes
The softness of your gaze
I know that all will be okay

When you hold me in your arms
I’m home
Who would have known
That 12 years later we’d be here
2020... what a year
Virtuous Sep 2019
I don’t seem to have the words anymore
Maybe my tears can replace the ink
But tears don’t create sentences
Is it really only by words that we speak?
Have you ever looked into someone’s eyes
And known exactly what was going on through their mind?
If One can’t be heard
Then maybe they can be seen
I feel like I’m mourning
A piece of me
So can my tears replace the ink?
Or perhaps my blood?
But what will I use
Once those are done?
Virtuous May 2019
I think the sun has grown jealous
Of my friendship with the moon
I prefer dusk to dawn
And midnight instead of noon
Virtuous May 2019
Stopped by my local coffee shop today
Brought a book like I tend to do
Took a seat and settled in
And that’s when I noticed these two
A couple in front of me whispering in each others ear
Saying things only for the other to hear
The smiles on their faces
So genuine and bright
“Aw the honeymoon phase” I thought
Gosh that seems nice

And then I thought about you
Even though we never went out
That’s my fault I guess
You were very persuasive no doubt
But the truth is I wasn’t ready
And your offer I had to refuse
Trust me... I didn’t want to
But my heart had some healing to do

You have probably moved on by now
It’s been a little over a year
I don’t know why I still think of you
Maybe it’s wonder... maybe it’s fear

I wish I could thank you
I wish I could explain
I wish I could see you again
But too much time has passed I’m afraid
Virtuous May 2019
Knuckles white
Heavy chest
Rivers eye
Painful breath
Virtuous May 2019
Stories
are reminders
Of what it is
to be human
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