Never had I seen such beauty like yours,
Such a worthwhile smile that shapes me like a file.

Never had I seen such wit as yours,
Such a rightful judge to the cruel misrule.

Never had I seen such persona, with playfulness, reasonableness, uprightness, and inquisitiveness.

Never had I seen perfection, the quintessential condensation of all great characterization, in balance with my imperfection.

Yet it is only wise to appreciate you with my eyes, as my body is apprehended by the past, the future, the time, and the agony.

The life I've experienced has taught me that love is futile, served with sadness and unhappiness and dolefulness with a side of temporary blissfulness.

The idea of success impedes me from obtaining happiness, from settling for ‘less’ and portray a smile nevertheless.

Warped by expectation, limitation, and exploitation, time isn't sufficient to provide you with my fixation, affectation, and ministration.

Sustainability I cannot devise for when I witness your brown eyes, brown like earth, which with the kiss of rain and the seed of love can allow the flourish of life and euphoria never dreamed of.

My heart accelerates uncontrollably, approaching me to a heart attack of which I'm never coming back.

I suffocate as you leave me breathless, yet you suppress my stress and hopelessness.

I so wish to warm your hand while wrapping around your arm.

I so wish to embrace you in my arms and promise you safety for eternity.

I so wish to feel your lips and your hips, never letting go until the last grasp of my fingertips.

I so wish to stare at the stars to your side, while I admire your eyes, hoping that our love never dies.

But being with you is an impossibility, in addition to an atrocity.

Separated by time, a history, and personalities, war would form and never end in peace,
For my peasantry doesn't deserve your royalty,
For my filthiness shan't nudge your pureness,
For my darkness can't cohere with your brightness.

I'd be put to trial for the exile of your smile, the most intact of the wonders of the world that would now be purled.

I wish I could love you but never will I deserve you,
Never will we be together, for we would be an incompatible tether.

I wish I could be with you but it is true that we are through,
Never shall our past be repeated, for it won't be greeted, but rather maltreated.

I wish I could but I've understood from our childhood where I stood and where I stand,
Never will I know, if I were… with you, know where it would lead to.

She hates her physique,
Never knowing what she will ever be.

She looks in the mirror
With horror.

She is disgusted by her looks and thinks herself can never be trusted.

For she believes value,
Relies of what people think of you.

We live in a society with a wrong mentality,

In which we deny to look farther than the layer of skin,

For why we commit so much sin.

We say beauty
Is an ethnicity.

It depends on the color of our lens.

It relies on what really is just lies.

For truth,
Is found in another booth.

A chest does not contain its treasure on the outside,
Rather it guards it on the inside.

A book doesnt contain its tales on the shells,
They lie within its cells.

This girl is a treasureful chest, a riveting book, a beautiful human being.

Yet she doesnt believe so.

She says stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me and she is right.

Words dont hurt her, they **** her. They tear her soul apart, leaving an open wound which just keeps bleeding and bleeding because no one is willing to cure.

You see, we worry of what people might think of us, we trust others before we trust ourselves.

We look blindly in the mirror not looking farther than our own skin, instead we listen what others say about us.

We are made of beauty, covered by what we know as skin.

But most of us cant see that
Most of us are blind,
Followed by the critiques that others say.

With what we sadly determine beauty.
And what we use to determine ourselves.

I was a fool

To think that you were a clue

To disinter the happiness that hides inside of me

Because whenever you smiled, I turned into a child

For I let my curiosity take over me

Yet I wasnt wrong when I thought it would be long

Til I would find the key to finally set free the happiness that hides inside of me

I thought you were the one that Id love with all my heart

You were, everytime I held your hand I felt like a marching band

When our hands embraced against each other, music flew through my body like water in a river, making me feel like no other

Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti went the piano key, singing to my ears as I went down in tears

Every single night I would bring the moon closer to Earth just so that you could have a better view

And every single morning, I wrote poems and letters just to make your day brighter

For the light that went through your window, the sunrays slithering through the blinds, was just not enough

I did all this just to hear the words "I love you" come out of your mouth

You see, I didn't care if I never tasted your lips

It didn't matter if my skin never laid against yours

And it was of no importance if our bodies were never covered by the same sheet of warmth

Because I all I wanted was for you to love me

It hurts most not that you went with someone else but that you said I LOVE YOU and didn't mean it.

You see these words have a greater significance than the three syllables that compile them

They ARE a compromise, for that person will be number 1 thing on your TO DO LIST because they will always stand before anything else.

They ARE signs of affection, for not only do they mean that you like their pretty faces, but they mean that you just adore the way they are.

They ARE a promise. It is a seal of unity that is never broken because you promise to "keep only unto eachother for as long as you both shall live"

You, you broke that promise.

And to think, that you were the one that would disclose the happiness that hides inside of me.

I was a fool.

On the reddest dawn, on the darkest night,

I hope not to lose you out of sight.

And I know as you know, that neither of us wish upon the day we say oh.

Because our happiness turned our stress to much less.

Because our love turned everything about ourselves to a matter of.

When I hold your hand,
I feel like a marching band;

Music flows throughout my body like water in a river.

Music is the expression of feelings throughout words along with rythyms.

Music is poetry.

Poetry is, and I quote: "literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas throughout selective words."

Here I stand saying a poem,

Here I stand reading out loud,

Here I stand expressing every single inch of my heart throughout words, which we know as poetry.

My favorite poem?

My favorite poem is the compillation of feelings, emotions and affection directed by your lips in three simple but yet so complex words saying, I love you.

Because on the reddest dawn, on the darknest night,

Ill always be in your sight.

With pride I one day will call you my bride.
 
And forever I'll be there on your side.