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1/29/12

Perspective

I am as Romantic as your understanding of life. We are young, and the idea of being attractive may be tied to youth visually in your perspective. It may also be attributed to your journey and how you have overcome obstacles while remaining mostly intact. You look in the mirror and are proud of certain things, and might also be saddened at how some of your features have changed or not changed in accordance to your ideal. The perception of yourself physically and mentally are under constant fire, and I wanted to clarify some things;

When I love you, I love who you are, where you have come from and where you seem to be going. This isn't about your features fading or looking better, nor about how we had our issues then or now, this is about what I fell in love with and wont stop loving. This is about me acknowledging reality and accepting it regardless of the circumstance.

The person that I see today will be the same that I love next year and so on. While you watch your hair grey I will watch you become more gorgeous. While you try to break your back to be more impressive to yourself and others, I am lost in how much I want to get to know you, and how many days I might have left until I've loved and lost either in my life expiring or you leaving my side. If you ever wonder to yourself in doubt, and question your being, watch me smile at you again. Look closer. There is a tender love in my eyes, and it is merely for your existence and your presence in mine.

I believe that we are all here to set examples. I know in my heart we aren't all doctors or models or cooks or liars, we are diversity and experiences. We are men and women, we are human. If you accept that you may or may not accomplish your dreams as you set forth to do so, then also accept I'm way ahead of you regardless of how much I want to support you accomplishing them. Realize that I just want to love and take care of you for as long as I'm promised my precious visit here. Realize you will get 'old and ugly' and I will still call you my sexy thang and be your good friend. Realize that some of us including myself may or may not be a part of your life soon, but there is unconditional love that is the undertone and constant.

That is all, for now.


11/8/11

I told her

Everyday that I see you it's like the first time I saw you.. It takes me a minute to realize how much time we have spent together. Every day is like 50 first dates. Every day that I wake up next to you I feel like I don't deserve to see you in such a natural state, like I'm watching a celebrity in their own home, and they have no idea. Everytime you say you love me I have to tell myself that I am worthy of such a thing, and wish that I could know for a fact whether we will stay together or not. Every time we touch it’s another chapter in my life that I feel is being written by God, and I want to cherish every word as if it would fly away when I release your grip. Every time you leave for work a part of me goes with you. Every kiss that I receive is like a birthday present. Every gaze is Christmas. Everytime we make love it’s like being able to stay home from church on a cold Sunday in a warm bed... naughty, but oh so nice... Every smile that I make come from your perfect lips are points that I score in a Lakers playoff game, Kobe. Every Laugh, giggle, chuckle or wide grin is like an atm that spits 20's at random... Your smell is the yellow brick road, your figure is the wonder and glory of emerald city... Your face a visage of God on earth in disguise as a mischievous pixie with wings and a tutu, your facial expressions are the pixie dust that could make elephants float or ships soar. Your bottom is the top of Pandora’s box, gesturing for me to find out what mystery is hidden.. Your bosom are fuk-mi and fuk-yuu, identical, perky and fun.. your hair is the color of the wind in a Disney tale, and a calling card of long flowing beautiful memories... the color of your hair and eyes, deep and vast... if I look into the iris I can see the god Osiris holding a staff and smiling back at me... magical and overwhelming... your freckles and nose and ears all work together to keep my eyes captivated and intrigued by the harmless, childlike visage... but then you speak, and the intrigue peaks even higher, my ears record the melodies over and over like a trance song dancing in my brain until slowly but surely.. I smile right back in a daze.. amazed at your being... your wings are hidden very well, but I can still see your halo when you frown... so beautiful... so beautiful...

Love is

a triangle


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