I've asked to be blessed with your melodious voice,
The look in your eye a fine rendition of feelings kept cryptic.
Composing words sung upon heart strings Under the gleam of street lights in a moving car,
Thinking of the year we were born, the longevity of a face like yours mixed with a face like mine.
Arranging life plans piece by piece in the gentle notes played by the throb of our hearts.
Musician, songwriter. Beautiful queen.
The beauty found when eyes close for a brief moment.
Listening to the song our heart plays at full volume.
Reliving the look in your eye.
Composing another time, another place.
Nothing compares to my favorite song.
To be continued next time we meet,
Musician, songwriter. Beautiful queen.

Colors primarily exist knowing one specific hue,
Neutral in a sense, knowing nothing of the vivid expectation that exists outside of itself.
Then comes the brush revealing more than meets the eye.
Each bristle moist with enlightenment.
The innocence of a sudden touch brimming at the edge of comfort,
discussing need to further exploration.
This expectation which broadens the spectrum.
A social anxiety now left behind but still lives in fear.
This is where you come in,
The zest of something new.
Experiences otherwise thought about, yet never acted upon.
The distance between the colors are filled by the brush,
creating something totally new altogether.
Although the color is either brighter or darker,
The experience is still the same.
The intensity of longing for one another, no longer alone.
Peeping behind a glass curious about the what if's of curiosity.
Adding large detail to the picture painted on the grains of canvas
Expanding in contrast to which point of view is used to view the picture
But still lost in a nervous jitter of being lost in a feeling that's altogether brand new.
This broad spectrum of mixing colors to make something brand new.
Committing to the outside world for better or worse upon the criticism of dark hues that make shadows out of the light cast on one another.
This spectrum between you and I.
Whose color can be a favorite if we both dwell in delight,
The simple awe of one another, no longer viewing things as one sided
but in the broad spectrum for things provided by you

His flower blooms in the wind,
Blossoming each direction the wind blows.
Gracefully tucked in the curled petals of self love, Her love.
His flower is innocent, Her petals lingering with the aroma of her lips.
Devoured by the breeze that swoops pass. Engulfed in passion,
His flower. Her love. Her lips.
His flower exuberantly intellectual.
Her stem a temple of spiritual delight, the way she sways, his flower.
Her leaflets drenched with infatuation, Her love is mute.
A bold splash of violet that speaks louder than any word.
There isn't a perfume sweeter than her fragrance.
The bees that loom around in circles, inebriated from such intoxication.
They fall short of her love, Her lips, his flower.
The thought of her lingers.
Humbling itself at will, he submits to her, his flower.
Mesmerized by such beauty, gentle, soothing.
He longs to be the water his flower needs to grow.
Her love

She is a Goddess held upright
In the light.
Her face shines blossoming among the clouds.
The words she speaks are of lyrical proportion.
Her body is a temple of sheer devotion,
One whom I worship. Yearning to protect.
She shines her light upon me,
Revealing the inner working of her mind.
The hieroglyphics and pamphlets deciphered by gentle lips.
Shes not just another girl nor another woman.
Her crown is woven above her brow, easily mistaken as hair.
Her influence knows no bound.
Devouring every inch of my thought.
Her voice is infinite,
Her soul dances as a child knowing the beauty of outside.
She is a Goddess of love, one of infinite wisdom.
Her sighs are one with the wind.
Spreading throughout the whispers of her voice.
Filling my dreams with the lucidity of open eyes.
I close my eyes and see her standing there.
I smile, picturing her soul dance as freely as a child knowing the beauty of being outside.
If only she knew what I saw everytime I looked at her

This is true, the stand point from which I see you.
This sense of comfort given with each smile spread cross your lips.
Things most find trivial, I find worthwhile through my eyes.
To what response can I give to assure that we were made in each others image.
Developing further into thought of self.
Myself liberated in the reflection of your eyes.
Myself detached, lost in the thought of you.
This ritual that begins with each word spoke from your lips.
Simple yet complicated as one thought splits into many.
Kind of religious in a way.
This devotional praise broken down from one day to the next.
I've kneeled to find you near,
This sense of pleasant dreams.
Following this comprehension, attempting to identify this experience.
There aren't any mistakes, at least none that I can see.
This balance of hands pressed together
Planting seeds of longevity with you in mind.
My state of mind begins and ends with the thought of you.

I loved you too seriously,
I was ultimately responsible for accepting thought for action.
This continuous wheel that constantly turns.
This longing that wants so desperately to see from your point of view,
Wanting you to see from mine.
This status quo of being calm, without the nervousness to overcome
the things we both face.
A vacation sought within both of our glares.
Escaping anything that becomes routine, this natural aroma given by the warmth of our hearts.
The true awakening of eyes. without warning.
Wanting to do without need. But generous in everything.
Seeking the spiritual rise of your soul entwined with mine, the spontaneous sun peeking through the clouds at any given time. With every touch, every moment of time that is given between us both.
This is the effect you have on me, this feeling that takes place naturally.
Actively seeking nirvana through the day to day conversations that happen at any given time.
The sort of happening that isn't planned. But is heaven truly this grand,
of all things precious, this actually happening to me.
The beating of your heart in mine. This attempt of living in the present as well as the future.
This is why I loved you too seriously.
Thinking only of the future, forgetting to step back and laugh at my self.
This immature frame of mind that instead embraces, takes for granted every other second is lost momentarily. 
Instead of touching on the laughter that comes deep within
Whether big or small. The meaning eluded with each look of your eye.
This translucent meeting that escapes into a place where nothing is forced.
Coming into an interpretation of total silence.
This chatter of hearts vibrating through a layer of skin.
It's hid carefully but at the same time seen through the slightest movement.
Needing to surrender to you, peeking through the clouds of reality.
Watching you day by day become the light of my life.
The ego appears, becoming a threat to things we know aren't true but at the same time is comprehended as something else entirely.
Attitudes and morals agree in difference. Firmly believing that one another is right, without comprise.
Being serious. Contemplating in the here after
after the moment has long passed. Wishing to place this rapture of different emotions under lock and key as love is prideful, absent minded, careful, thoughtful as well as selfish. Afraid too, as it can be seen as something different in each others eyes.
This sense of pride that hinders not just one point of view but spreads through out.
Becoming a fear that's never quite existed with such emphasis.
It's un-rational in a sense but conquers everything through conception.
This is what I mean by too serious.
Instead of light hearted laughter
It wasn't reassured, I expected you to automatically know that the universe was held tight in your hands. The thought of my world.
The focal point of eyes in deep need.
They reveal all that needs to be said.
An explosion that grows unstable, moments we've fallen in love with time after time.
This vibration that spreads into two beings.
The birth of separate thoughts that cling from one mind to the next.
Two separate people having the same thought at the same time.
This ideology which rationalizes each and every thought that I have of you.
At times I believe without a shadow of a doubt that you know.
But at times I'd like you to know
That it is reassured by the sound of my voice.
But is lost in the echo of your voice.
This vibration that longs to be close to you

Over by the lake in thought, I sat and I  pondered.
Wondering of a love that would wash my sins away.
To be made a new in such a drenching sensation.
To be bathed in the ways of a beating heart.
With every smile, every word spoken.
I feel that she's near, Over by the lake in thought.
I would give anything to confess such profession.
My body; a nibble of bread in her everlasting thought.
Baptized in the blink of her eye.
Should the wells of her eyes ever dry I'd refill them with whatever tear I can provide.
To what tide do I offer such communion.
To find myself awaken in her eyes.
Every smile that flourishes across her face.
To imagine heaven with every step that she takes. The way the sun caresses her face,
Would this be considered blasphemy,
Becoming one with every breath that escapes her chest, caught by my lips.
This euphoric happening of any time, any place.
This mental elation, elevated with each throb of her heart.
I sit and I ponder,
Would she believe such testimonial.
The fear of an dream ending too soon.
Struggling to go to sleep and place myself where I saw her last.
With words unspoken
The total embodiment of total surender

Tell me, how do you speak so intimately.
The murmur of your voice caught in my ear.
I've enjoyed talking to you, almost as if you knew that I've waited to hear your voice.
Your thought pressed against my chest
for almost the entire day listening and laughing, interchanging in conversation.
Hoping to enter your thought world just as you've entered mine.
I miss this, having someone to relate to.
The stimulus of flight, tucked in the sound of your voice.
I am not labeling my flaws as just being a man but I am as myself, though every day cannot be as sunny as the next. I implore that a simple sorry would not do justice as it will take a lifetime to erase the amount of hurt of both ends from you to I.
I take full responsibility for the moments I've pushed you away, meaning only to pull you closer. I've repinted to the clouds that hang above my head to please bring my halo back.
My angel whom guides me through the storm.

I lose myself in these thoughts of you. Vividly as they appear.
Not wanting to appear weak in any shape or form in your eyes.
I've told you in full but at the same time I don't think you know the empathises of being missed as much as I've missed you. Though silent and the situation of trying to function normally while dying on the inside is hard to maintain.
Waiting for that one moment, fantasizing about your voice.
Wanting to hug you, to give my hands the sense of comfort of having someone to care about.
A sense of capturing each breath exhaled through your lips.
Feeling your heart beat close to mine.
I think about that often.
In brutal honesty I've never stopped.
The moments grown silent in thought,
Wondering by chance if that is one of the things you keep from me.
I understand that God makes no mistakes and that everything happens for a reason.
But one thing that makes my day,
Is finding his answer in the absolute joy of hearing your voice.
Whether in thought, through text.
Or actually hearing your voice.
I enjoy the intimacy of it all.
Emptying the thoughts of your mind into open palms.
I find myself closer to each and every thought. Hoping not to ever go without the essence of you again. If ever,
I'll hold myself ransom, threatening to jump off the bridge.
Deep into the Mississippi. Sinking in an current without return. Tenfold of each layer of  pain that I've caused you, may I face God's wrath for every tear that you've cried.
Each night before I go to sleep, I pray
For someone that could teach me more about myself.
That in the reflection of her eyes that all would be revealed.
I say that prayer nightly with you in mind
Faith that every touch will equal exstacy

Sometimes all that is needed is a caress to fill the void of an endless empty feeling.
One that words on the other hand cannot mend.
The reassurance of head to chest, to feel the essence of an woman
living and breathing in his hands.
Though she is not the cause of the many things that run throughout his mind.
It is this silent bond that assures that everything is alright.
The steady calm of her heart pulsating against his ear to calm his own heart.
Just a moment to breathe in the same air as she does, the pause of a fast moving
heart finally laying it's head down to rest.
Bent bodies at ease, deep down I think she knows; the dreams the heart refuses to let go. Finding light in the shadows of melancholy
The cross guard that waves her hand at pleasant dreams.
This everlasting desire to be loved more grows with every look of her eyes.
He wouldn't ask her for anything that he himself is not willing to give in return.
Any and everything to meet this desire that beats with every breath that excavates deeper into his lungs.
The nature of man to woman, to love one another in perfect imperfection.
Misunderstandings of each others action soothed by the touch of each other's caress.
The sharing of arms clung to each others tight.
Deep down I think she knows, the nightmares that end soon as her voice echoes through her lips.
The reflection of one another's eyes looking back at them.
Eased forward in the recliner of her grasp.
Just one of the amazing gifts she shares, the comfort of herself.
A guarantee of safe passage to feet that often stumble.
He only hopes she understands; holding on to her for dear life
Afraid that she would slip from his grasp
Knowing to her that all of his imperfections are perfect in her eyes
Falling asleep to the calmness that lulls inside of her chest

I need you here,
To bring to life the premonitions seen when eyes close.
The reality of open eyes caught in a daze.
The thought of every touch.
The caress of every glance.
Open mouths that inhale private breaths passed from lip to lip.
The gift of present times longing your embrace.