When one’s soul’s quite
And the rhythmic thump thump
Of the heart
Assaults the mind’s silence.
One truly comes to terms
With the futility
Of banking on one’s utility
That’s the precise moment
Realization reaches the threshold of crystal clarity
That a higher power really does exist
And that the constant understanding and appreciation
Of this higher power
Is all that ‘really’ matters.

She an art piece of utter sensuality,
Her personality’s flushed with an
Esoteric Kind of geniality
Not to say she’s a meaty vegan.
Stars twirl and swirl within her eyes bounds
Like over enthused hounds
On heat.
She a fireball
Burbling with enthusiasm
Many will agree she got all the physical wherewithal
To charm
All and sundry
And that’s no small feat
No wonder she’s synonymous with honey.

Grace and finesse
To face
Head on
Psychological stress.

Pains and discomfiture whenever your memory
Creases my mind, especially the moments we made merry
You an art piece sculpted out of chocolate
But my love your heart couldn’t accommodate.
Yourself a lass from Yorkshire
I seemingly couldn’t tame your fire
Though I tried, it was an exercise in futility
It’s doubtless we shared zero compatibility
But I loved you still
My affection for you harder than steel
You were a butterfly that flew over my emotional atmosphere
For my eyes to behold your beauty whilst my faculties barely cohere
Am still in shackles in your prison
Hope you’ll unbind me out of your own volition.