Woman, you are not a flower.

You are not a flower,
vulnerable to a pull,
an ephemeral pleasure to the eyes,
fooled by the illusion of time,
controlled by the seasons,
only to die.

You are the wind that is infinite
and completely out of reach;
no one can encapsule your freedom or your dreams.
Nature is enamoured by your curiosity,
the way you brush the tides
and dance with the trees.
Woman, you are more than what you seem.

The well in your eyes is profound
and overflowing with memories
that blossom the garden of your personality,
home to colors none could ever imagine.  

The well in your eyes is profound
and dangerous to the curious child
that still hasn't learned how to swim
in the waters of your experiences.  

The well in your eyes is profound,
a spring of blessings sprouting from the ground
for the poor souls to rejoice
in the quenching of their thirst.

The well in your eyes is profound
and full of love.

What if existence is a crime,
punishable by death?

you're going to fail
and you're going to fail often
but pick yourself up, little girl
*** chipped teacups
still serve tea

I have a slight infatuation
with motes of dust
as they float and muster up, up, up
and away from my grip,
just like you.

Every verse is a feeling in my moment
The moment I live as I breathe
It's not much but it's what I have to give
Rhymes hold me back
Humor that may provoke
Opinions that accept judgment
That is me
I mean well
If you'll have me, I'll have you.

I was told when you meet her you will know
it's true now I've felt your glow
I never want to let you go
and yet the more I draw you close
the more you pull away
that's what hurts the most
why won't you stay?

Like hourglass sand
trickling through the fingers of my hand
wasted time that's past
for nothing in this life lasts
so lets hold onto what's special
as tomorrow could be celestial
let me be your lasting breath
or forever live in regret
as I watch your sunset.

Life is wasted on the youth
as only experience reveals the truth
that time only marches forward
so forget the moments that were awkward
forget all the stupid arguments
the silly little accidents
the thoughtless carelessness
because love is permanent.

Some call them the one
because they are comparable to no one
and yet one is singular
but love is all encompassing
from the moment it's begun
till there's no more sun
Love transcends time and space
it forgets blame and disgrace
disregards gender or race.

Love is long suffering
for it endures all things
not just the good days
but also the bad
not only the praise
but also the sad
and so I still pray
no longer for me
but so you can see
that you can experience
loves warm glow
then you will be fearless
then you will know.

Our bodies rubbed
My chest grazed yours
And our hands connected
But our souls never touched
And our minds never collided
Maybe thats why you didn't chase me
Maybe I would blame evolution
If I didn't know better