Love Notes
Nothing mesmerizes in the world as the feelings packed for your Beloved.
Looking at you every time, from the dark eyebrows that marry the top of your eyeballs to the lashes that were curved and dark like it was dipped in mascara.
the deep brown eyes that somewhat look like red — your favorite color.
I’m lost at the seduction it causes my imagination,
especially the thought of the way you used to stroke my hair when we fell in love — when we were just kids.
I smile with my lips and my eyes too, that one could die for — reminiscing, with the thought of us in my head.
Your soft small brown lips that move slowly as you speak, when you project your verbal order! The words that convey both humility and Terrance,
how swift could you have been richly endowed with power of balance to them both!
You go calm but you’re fiercest, you’re one entity — the kind hasn’t been crossed, you came from Mars,
you took a cover in the soul that was filled for crops to grow. The way you plant seeds in life’s of every soul your path meets, no wonder you told me you’re a god —
the carriage of your aura and diplomatic heritage, heritage I say.
From the infinite well of wisdom because you’re proof —
Your strong elbow that was built in nothing but solid ice-precious stone-
I tried to overlook the way your hips and butt were made. So perfect.
Your waistline is as thin as your room for inadequacy, you don’t spare the rod and spoil the child. You go on to reprimand even though it’d cause a hot air —
making the cold room too comfortable will keep folks sleeping on your couch all the time and you’ll be left with over-hoarded room — you’d utter.
How come you’d feel the traces of my palms on yours when you said you’d be sleeping?
Luring the hold of me even in your dream lane — the same way you make me want you even in my dream lane —
or the way our palms fit into each other’s,
the lines across my palms are perhaps the paths I traveled to find you —
It wasn’t a coincidence that we were born on the same day
— in the world before this one —
guess that’s why people say we look alike — when we’re in love —
not the time we were facing different walls at a battle we should win — and fighting it together wouldn’t make it a tough one, and we’re both ‘toughests’ —
What do you think?
We ride this wave at the toughest —
When I haven’t known love or what it brings, I used to think that I couldn’t fall in it, that it couldn’t hold me tight nor could it withhold the force of my fierceness —
Used to think it like the whirlwind blowing on the face of a six-year-old, he couldn’t help but smile sheepishly, opening his teeth without holding back — and shinning them at the waters that looked back.
Not until your magic capsized me, it enthroned me unto my queendom,
I was inherently living my best life, the one rode by perfect imperfections, paddled on the canoe of growth and synergy —
We rode side by side, the canoe of me and my best friend —
Somehow, your ship came-
We divided and paddled at our risk, like the toil of a child desperate for biscuit —
Is it the extremely dark curly hairs that lay abreast your chest?
Or the full of them fitted on your head,
Which do I leave?
I guess none —
Which could be the ‘why’ I write only love notes —
To see, if it could serve me enough ink to spill my unconditional love for you — the feelings and wishes packed for you — My Beloved.
✍️
Love notes
Purpledot
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