The Other Side of Loves w

I’ve never known the sweetest of love.

Love without fear.

Love without hesitation.

But you are teaching me.

I’ve taught myself to love me.

I’ve taught myself to only need my love.

But you are teaching me to love all of me,

And give that love to you.

What a beautiful thing it is,

To be loved,

And be loved back.

Rain or Snow

Past full of sorrow, but his eyes shed no tears.

Hungry for success. Driven, without fear.

Eager to learn and built upon lessons.

Lover of The Lord, knowledgable of His blessings.

A commanding presence, that could bring any room to attention.

A smile that illuminates in darkness, easing any questioning intentions.

A heart so willing to serve others, without a second thought.

A soul made of gold from many hardships fought.

Deserving of taking so much more, he is.

But rooted in the knowledge that in this life, it is more fulfilling to give.

Guarded to the core is his only deception.

Quick to observe if he is just a fleeting obsession.

Unjust is it to try to describe,

This man who came into my life quickly, and altered it, by surprise.

All the words in the world are not enough to illustrate him.

But he inspires me to attempt to with this ballpoint pen.

If there is one thing I want him to know,

I’m right beside him, rain or snow.


A heart so tainted,

By lovers past.

It has been painted,

From red to black.

A heart once open to excitement and pleasure,

Has become a fortress, guarded beyond measure.

So what does one do when one is so afraid,

To feel love without constant dismay?


Beauty and grace,

With an electric blue soul.

Something men grasp for,

Longing to hold.

But she is not an object of affection,

Oh she is so much more.

With dimensions beyond imagine,

She is always craving to learn more.

An object is no longer what she fears.

A novelty is what she knows she has become.

She has not only learned to guard her heart,

But protect her mind.