Owner of
Eyes that even fish envy
For the allure they own

Holder of
Lips that even bees lust after
For the honey they always bathe in

Possessor of
A voice that even parrots adore
For the jolliness it embodies

Governor of
A fragrance that even flowers fall for
For the happiness it carries

Heiress of
A waist that even goddesses praise
For the curves of the world it can construct

Dear oh my dear
You are the only soul in the world
Who can mutate my madness
To a level never before seen or heard of
As you maneuver my fate
To the enamoring realm of rapture

Asthore oh my asthore
Come and pour your sweetness
On this sad shrinking heart
And breathe life into it
By branding me with thrilling bites
As much as you want
With no qualms or second thoughts
And drown me in the sea of love
Bound by a watertight embrace
Until we sink to the deepest depths of idyll
And explore all there is to experience.

Two lives
One dream
Four eyes
One sight
Two Tongues
One voice
Four legs
One stand
Two stomachs
One meal
Four claws
One foe
Two hearts
One beat
Four wings
One flight
Two birds
One love
Four directions
One destination.

There isn’t a day I didn’t hope
To come out of the delusions
The world has thrown at me.
Every day has been a struggle
For something more than just survival
More than just success
And it was to be loved.
I’ve given my all in every situation
To come out victorious as well as good
Yet here I am
Still feeling as miserable as ever
Breathing less and less freely
Surrounded by success
That had the stench of darkness
Which strengthened with every surmounted endeavor of my life
For no matter how hard I’ve been trying
To be a good guy
I still feel like
I’m living in a delusional world
Where I’ll forever be the one
Everybody
Loves to hate
Hugs to steal
Talks to trick
Touches to taint
And possibly do much more
Than my eyes can make out.
I have no clue as to why
I can’t overcome this growing feeling
That is evolving into a severe reality
With each passing day.
But after so many years of pain
I think I finally know the answer.
Not all success stories can be treasured
Only the ones that hearts feel affection for.
Though I’ve changed a lot
Maybe I’m still wanting to be
Loved or hugged too hard
Talked or touched too much
And maybe it’s time
For me to stop trying to be good
And start trying to be who I am.

Like the glow of the moon
Glows the face of every woman
Like the grace of the moon
Goes above the fashion of every man
Alike in many ways
Be it in grace or in face
Woman and the moon go way back

Like the shine of the sun
Shines the semblance of every man
Like the service of the sun
Outvies the avail of every woman
Alike in many ways
Be it in service or semblance
Man and the sun go way back

Like the twin celestials of the skies
Must complement the man and the woman
Like the two lights sharing a full day
Must share the glee and the gloom
To make their two alright selves as one good self
And grow rich in the time they stay around
For the man and the woman go just as way back.