& it's conventional to say that her eyes convey a message that only I can portray.. & as often as she strays, she finds a way to stay. & and the inconsistency of the consistency places me in a daze that implements her always getting her way. But it works you see; because... She, is love.. & she gets her way, but never gets away & that alone allows me to breathe day to day. & it's like the emolument from my heart covers the debts left by my past, & as I pray that it lasts it's revealed to me to adore what it presented & forget what was had. & that's where the ball is dropped, & time is stopped.. Catch the ball, then start the clock. You prevented the fall; she is love... & if she was a portrait constructed by my hands, I'd be more satisfied off the natural high of inhaling the possible existence of the lovely resemblance that the trance alone would be more than enough for me to get by. But you see, she is love.. & her pure laugh is powerful enough to trigger mine. & I've yet to understand.. I mean I'm a man, yet I find myself being a fan of love.. & I can't fathom it simply because I can't stand the scar left by the cut.. Or the thought process of being willing to jump in front of a bus just to prove that the pointless pain somehow is related to the amount of love... But it makes as much sense as you want it to. Because seriously, SHE IS LOVE. She could say "Jump!" & I'd say "How high?" but only out of respect of course.. Great one.... But you see I'd also be the first one there to wipe her eyes as she cries.. & find her answers as she comes up with "Why's?" She's an ocean of "what if's" & promises. She's a sky of dreams. She's a shoulder. She's a crutch. She's an ear. She made me dodge the ordinary... She is love. & when my heart beats for her, it doesn't play a song. There's no rhythm. It's an inconsistent, orthodox beat that we vibe too. & only we vibe too.. Only we.. There's no them in we. Only we understand us. So for us to exist, we is a must. & the only potential bust perhaps is an error in trust or a bucket of lust. But the thrill & the rush always seem to weigh too much. But never get in the way too much. They actually weigh just enough. She is love... & all we want is love's confusing joy & it's odd that I am controlled by an intangible object that treats me like a toy.. But she is love, & love is she. So the justification of the situation relies solely on how I allow love to love me. Or more so how I love love & how I love she. When I talk to myself about her I grin; senselessly & blatantly my cheeks rise forcing my eyes to become smaller. Genuine happiness is the end result of her merely entering my mind. Imagine the effect when I'm in her presence. But you don't get it.. Well I mean, you won't get it.. Because she is just as unexplainable as she ubiquitous.. She is love. & she's all I need. A cleanser to the air I breathe, a beautifier to the things I see, & an enhancer to the wisdom I eat. She is love. & she's just as lovely as is she honest. Indescribable. & I love that it's not always easy to finds words to describe her. There aren't enough.

Swimming like a Duck in the ocean but not as perfect as the fish, you calm the wave with the sound of your voice, I can hear the echo of your heart beat even in desert, you are the path of love have been searching for long. You are the tress of gold, you beautifier my world like the rainbow, you gave me meaning to move like a moving train. Before me were two path which I must choose carefully that holds the most important key of my life, the mysterious echo sweet lovely voice have been hearing from the east ward is the key to my locked heart, there was two separate path before me, one path was a broadway other path was a narrow way. I was so confuse on which to choose? She keep calling my name umpteenth time, confuse and devastated. My life appears to be a shadow of myself, which will I choose?. The Broadway or the narrow way was a typical question running through my heart making my heart to palpitate every seconds and minutes. Now I had a thought within me that's says "osbo pour your heart,mind,focus on this leaf, let it determines the route which you must take" then I cast a lot with the leaf to determine were my queen voice was coming from? I thrown it on air, for a moment it seize on air from moving. Of a sudden it start moving like a fluctuating ball, the leaf was a symbol of love between I and the voice. Finally the narrow path was the choice, I follow as the leaf leads the way on air, it was a magic moment have never seen before. Finally I was standing before the mysterious voice, she ask me, " how was it possible for you to locate me ". I told her" I was lead by a leaf to the real path of love". You could have see the shimmer smile on her face, just then it started raining on us, it was raining heavily but we were never wet..THE PATH OF LOVE