Darling love,
If you should ever deem me worthy of your love,
Then I promise,
Cupid wouldn't need his arrows for us.

You're a work of art,
Gentle with your words,
Yet you're actions lure me most,
Blessing hearts like rays of sunshine
Nourishing the growing plants

The time for us is not yet
And I'm not sure when is
But till the hour dawns
I'm content to watch in the shadows

Bask in the warmth of your smiles
Shower you with my attention
Attend every exhibition
Of your life.

i'm your "Pluto"
i may get lost away from your all round system,
but my absence will no way allow
your hands to position 'an  another',
nevertheless your heart beats for the'other' better.

i'm your "Pluto"
i too have quite a complex and mysterious world,
some parts yet not revealed but,
my heavens will ask you to retain for the hour,
when every treasures will be unlocked by you,
"memories exploding with entitled expeditions",
that's what your dreams are and mine
is to "materialize all yours".

i'm your "Pluto"
and you are my spirited sun,
and my round around the sun is discrete
not the same like others do,but "rare" as you are.

i'm your "Pluto"
and my surface is extremely cold,
it's a hell me  as
life sustains only for certain period,
and with those lives i have a lots of thoughts,
that i share with myself all the day alone.
"you look cool,hope you stay here forever and ever."

i'm your "Pluto"
and you are my "Charon",
with you together till death do us apart
will the "together planet".

(i wish,i worth every single letter of it)

People often associate men with cars, in a tired and often over played out stereotype that is often untrue.
People who love cars often have a deeper view.
Some believe that the purest form of power is oh so very addictive,
While other love the solitude, and freedom of thought, non-restrictive.
For many it’s the style and looks
And maybe they’ve seen them all in books.
But maybe it’s a deeper chasm than anyone could articulate,
A passion burning bright and great.
And maybe it’s all of the above or maybe something more.
Just know that when someone’s passionate, they could never be a bore.
Cars are like a moving picture book, filled with dents and memories, one for each of the stains,
So seeing a car be crushed, fills them with this unbelievable distain.
They bring people together and cover far and wide,
Causing the distance between loved ones to subside.
They light up our faces and lives and bring on grins five-miles wide,
And when we get our first, our hearts swell up with pride.
So when someone says they’re passionate about automobiles,
To them it’s an immense deal.
This is not a box with 4 wheels of rubber
This was the chariot that brought them to their lover.

In the beginning,
Me & you had a meet & greet.
We interact with each other
Getting to know one another
As we enjoy the rest of our day together connecting.
Fast forward-Time flies, the days go by
Texting, calling, & meeting you is almost a daily routine.
Things went well, with what seems high promise
However; We never tell how our hearts are truly feeling.

As time goes on, we begin to lose contact.
You stop seeing my face
Distance is placed
Interest seems lost with no knowledge of what caused
You to focus somewhere else.
So....There’s really not much for me to do besides leave & be cool about it.

To be honest:
I can’t be mad, nor even be sad
Also, not to sound mean or make a scene but...
Did I waste my time???

ten minutes ago
i was talking to a woman
whose background i'm
aware of

this woman was pretty and she looked
at me with ****** interest

however: i moved my left arm in
a way that is related to my background as
a fatherless boy

rejection in her eyes the consequence

BUT:

i will never stop to move my arms as i learned moving them
–– precisely this way –– in my childhood

nobody –– male female animal or object –– is able to change this:
i do not need anybody trying.

feel me. that's how i am.

self-acceptance. self-love. courage.

What's your star sign? Let me guess a Leo?
I felt it. You're strong.
And charming.
Proud even, like a lion.

I'm a Pisces, a romantic...
Oh, you are too? Ok!
You like a challenge as well,
yeah, me too.

And you're an adventurer.
An artist as well. Smart and Free.
I like your soul. Your face. Your body.
I love, your mind.

I barely get lost. I know my way around the world.
I know how to protect myself against monsters.
Even my own. But your eyes;
I'm lost. I know the exit, yet not where they lead to.

Don't give me the map. Its ok.
I can handle it. Let the green light be the guide.
You're fragile and sensitive.
You're bare, unfiltered.

I like that a lot. And you like me too?
I'm...in awe. Wow. You? Really?
I...thank you, beautiful lady.
I appreciate you.

What can you teach me?
Lets exchange lessons.
A give and take.
You seem wise. Enlighten me.