Category: love


From Afar

I loved him from afar

Tracing his features, drawing it in the air.

I took note of those gorgeous eyes that at one moment can be so calm

And the next, might spell trouble.

His natural smile and contagious laugh that instantly makes everything fine.

His hair, rugged or kept, makes him no less handsome.

.

And then there’s his voice

Smooth, soothing, calm, gentle.

Oh that voice!

I love the way he talks too.

Intelligent, friendly, sometimes awkward

But always a gentleman when he speaks.

Never wanting to hurt or say something bad to others.

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He is the complete package as others would often say

For me, he is a man straight out of a romantic novel I’ve read sometime before.

And though I can only love him from afar,

I know this feeling is anything but fiction.

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Dance With Me

Take my hand so I can lead you to the dance floor

Spin me around

Hold me close

Hold my hand tight and don’t let go.

The ballroom glitters and shines

And suddenly the moonlight has lost is glow

As your eyes captures every single light and moment

Hey Mom

I fixed my coffee, work was due again

Then I heard familiar steps coming down the stairs.

Dressed in her night gown,

She limped slowly down the stairs since her feet hurts again.

She smiles sleepily upon seeing me

I greet her good morning as I hug her tight.

She’s older and frailer now

So different from her younger years.

I ask, “Hey mom, want some coffee?”

As we slowly start our days.

Longing

I held him in my arms

Loving him truthfully.

I let him use his charms

As I reached out to him longingly.

The stars don’t fall far from the sky

The moon doesn’t eclipse the sun often

I drown on three feet of water

Knowing very well that he is

And will be

The love that I could never have

Impossible (Too Far)

It’s impossible to fall

It’s impossible still not to

It’s impossible for him and I

We’re farther than the moon and the sky.

It’s impossible that we will be

It’s just impossible, don’t you see?

For our worlds are far apart

And only I know that I am the other half of his heart.

His Eyes Makes Me Melt

His eyes were pools of blue, grey, and sometimes green

They burst with light so fine as if the angels painted them

He smiled candidly and genuinely

And each time those eyes twinkle, sparkle

I melt like a butter under a hot summer day

Remained

It’s strange how real it felt

His face was so close to mine

I held them

I felt it

He was real

And then I woke up

But his smell and presence remained

Hands

I remember…..

He was a tall man with a big built

He reminded me of a well built building

I was too young to know, what struggles he went through

In my father’s eyes he was the strict parent,

In mine he was a gentle giant.

I can’t remember if I hugged him enough

Or told him I loved him

But I have fond memories of him, no matter how few.

He didn’t speak much but he gave me boundless unspoken love.

He had big hands

Huge!

They were hard working hands

They were also the one’s that disciplined my dad

But those same hands guarded me and I remember they were rough but gentle.

Those hands, they guided me more than I ever would have thought.

Old School Love

Write me love letters on perfumed stationeries

Declare love and talk about our future like the visionaries.

Let’s talk face to face, not just a text or chat

Nothing gets better than that.

Let’s watch the sun set and rise and just keep silent

Take in the view and the moment.

Keep it slow, simple, like old school

Yes, that kind of love would be so cool.

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