Let us go forward quietly each on his own path,
forever making for the light,
and in the knowledge that we are as others are and that others are as we are
and that it is right to love one another in the best possible way,
believing all things , hoping for all things and enduring all things,
and never failing. And not being too troubled by our weaknesses,
for even he who has none, has one weakness, namely that he has none,
and anyone who believes himself to be consummately wise would do well to be foolish all over again.

Maybe I’m over-obsessed with the never-ending
Enchantment illuminating within men’s hypnotic
Hall of residence, seamless divineness, escalated
Fineness, airborne glory defining their story
Hotly hipped beats sounding off from their brawny
Drumming chest, tastefully scented abs, arms
Like harmonious streets, glistening with rainbow
Desires, slick-blazed dancing moves, colorific
Charm, crowned affection, a true blessing

Maybe I think too profoundly about the origin
Of their gorgeousness, their vast, crystal-clear
Vernacular, spicy upbeat heat, limitless liveliness
Soaring consummately with the eastern soft wind
Popping their collar, flashing their swagtastic
Sumptuousness for all to see, fresh dreadhead’s
Stylishly close haircut dudes, oscillating wavy hair
Captivatingness, beautifully braided hair hotness
Mohawk magic, hot wheeling goons, studtastic
Thugtastic, countrylicious creaminess, citylicious
Brightness, so overly wild about men

All I can feel is overpowering emotions for men
That flow like misty water inside my subconscious
State, flighty men, humorous men, a palace of crowned
Reverence, logical licorice men, perceptively passionate men
A pool of super coolness, universally complex men
Inventive, intellectualist men, street-smart men
All imprinted on the map of my mansion
In the diary of my heart where they sparkle
Like a jar of a pure and beautifully clear honey
Men that I greatly adore, good-smelling men
Men that know how to hold it down, my paper
Stacking G’s, intoxicating hood boys, cigarette
Smoking fellas, my turnt up homeboys, my lowkey
Laidback boys, chill *** street boys, sweet and fiery boys

You are a covetable
Lovable swan
My perfect sweet home
All the sheer freedom
I feel when I stand
In your nearness
The viewing pleasure
Of treasure
Paradisal paradise
In your **** brown eyes
Lips suffused
With stunning silhouettes
Cheekbones I long
To caress mine against
Eyebrows like a bell curve archway
With so much desire
I rise like a beautiful
Seaside sparrow
And sky in on your
Striking shoulders
And embrace
Your devotion
All the super coolness
That consummately cruises
Through your continent
Bringing me immense contentedness