Velvet ropes reiteratedly gave us hope and love.
Velvet ropes made us believe magic was real.
That rope that kept us bound by doggedness is velvet.
The exuberance in our lives is prevented.
Velvet ropes created an askew and bittersweet love.
Love that we will never understand.
Love that makes you voracious for more.
You become thirsty for cascading passion.
The velevet ropes spawns an eternal flame of abundance, exquisiteness and tenderness to the core.
What is this velvet rope that creates a loving, hopeful and prodigious man?
A man who is carefree and only kindheartedly based.
We have looked in all the wrong places.
For the velvet ropes are in the one place you failed to look...
Your own heart.
You are compromised with a great gift.
Turning your back and forming a blind eye to it by looking elsewhere made you lurk further.
Although you misguided yourself, count on the velvet ropes to bring you home...
Today..........
Tomorrow...
Forever........

We're floating...
And before we know it,
we will hit the ground.

I question what may come from it.

I question a lot of things.
But it's all out of cautiousness.
My heart can't take the heat anymore.

The flames burn.
And I scar.
Remembering always what has happened.

But you...
As many times as I have told others 'this one is different.'
You feel different.

I have not touched your skin yet.
Or been able to gaze into your eyes as we lay side by side in bed.

I know you somewhat though.

I know that you're close with your family.
Especially your little sister who makes you laugh constantly.

I know that you've been hurt and mistreated by girls you loved kindheartedly.

I know that you're passionate about different things.
Like your career.
And your dreams.

You're humble.
And you know you are, but you never fake it.

And when I see you smile...
I know everything is going to be okay.

Kratos the King, keenly kept the Kingdom of Kittens,
Katerina was his Kween, his Khaleesi,
Kindheartedly he kindled her,
Katerina was kind and knowledgeable,
Yet Katerina kindled no kittens for the King,
Kratos, who was keen for kids.

Knuckles was a knight, keen and klutzy,
Knuckles kept the killing knife,
He kept knaves from the King’s Kingdom.

Kiska kept the kitchen.
Kawaii and krasiva was Kiska.
Knuckles kindled her, kindheartedly, as she was his kin.

Karma kindled kindly in the Kingdom,
Kinetic kaleidoscopic karma,
Kindred karma of kindness,
Karma knotted in kinesis,
***** karma,
Kooky karma -
Knocked-out the karmic kismet:

Kratos kissed Kiska.

…

Katerina knew Kiska was knocked-up,
Kindlessly she kneaded killing karma, and,
Knowingly knocked Knuckles into knowing:
Kiska his kin, keyed kingly by Kratos!

“Knave! Klepto! Kin of the kennel!”
Knuckles kicked-off at Kratos.

“Katerina! Thou know-it-all Karen!”
“Kiska is no kink to me!”
“Knowst me kempt and kosher!”
Kratos knew he was kaput.

The Knight kicked the King, killingly,
Kicked and kept kicking.
Kratos kneeled, knackered,
Knocked down,
He knew, the killing knife was,
Kinda a kindness…
Knowing the knockout,
Knuckles killed the King!