That’s why I love him!
Because he makes me calm down,
Gives me hope, and rebuilds my faith.
He carries me up a mountain to let me breathe
The clean air, and shows me that life itself
Can be that same clean air – its metaphor!

He closes my eyes and awakens me
To a new life, and tells me that
Everything will be alright.
He’s the blood that runs through my veins
And makes my heart pumps loud and hard;
Food for life – its metaphor!

That’s why I love him!
Because he puts me first, never second
And for sure never last; that was in my past.
I’m the one he adores – its metaphor!
He knows that I love him, never doubts it
Because I always tell him when I’m calmed down,
Have hope, my faith is rebuilt, when my air is clean,
I wake up to new life, everything is alright, when my
Heart pumps loud and hard, food for life –
It’s all about metaphor!

**Creative Writings - Reina J. Morris

Warmth in human form, she wore an electrifying charm,
when she passed him from behind even without a glance,
his heart felt a yearning forgotten for a long time.
Prithee, mercy on me, his heart cried in the voice of an abandoned child,
didn't feel below his dignity to plead the ray of  light to kiss his brows.
Then she gently turned back and smiled, grace transmitting her fragrance,
both were blessed by that moment, the caress of angel's wings.
One look of the girl evoked,  a caring feminine lushness: mother, sister or lover,
her evanescence in him brought a pleasantness that  lasted for ever.

"Ripples spread" she whispers,
he becomes unstoppable,
in ebullience they merge**.

Will I ever know—
As insects walk on water,
Bliss, stillness on pond?

Painter, poised in passing,
Mad colours, melding with light,
Mind illuminated in the stroke,
Brushes tang, tangle in structures
Of vision, the solitudes of smoke,
Perditions fold on black lines,
Splattered in smithereens
Of grace and white.