The Sweetness of You
You are the constant bearer of gifts
Sweet fruits that once tasted
Can never be forgotten
I find myself unable to simply move on
Pretending that she could be you
When only you can play that role
Of being my woman that you so easily won
Your beauty is subtle like the first scent of spring being born
And it could be easily be missed
But I am a keen observer of human nature
And know that words don’t always say what they mean
Your actions reveal your true feelings for me
The sweetness of you in every kiss, every touch
Leaves me in constant awe
That somehow, you’ve seen something in me
A light, a beacon, drawing your aura even closer
I won’t disappoint you my love
I will safeguard your heart with my life.
Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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11-12-06…11:14am
posted by Dean @ 11/13/2006 01:19:00 AM
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Paul’s Lost Letter to the Corinthians
1. If my threefold beauty did not stop you in your tracks as yours did me it never can and never will
2. Make no mistake
3. My words, those born by your summer and winter, were as real as the seasons that matured their sweet and bitter fruits
4. And the bitter is as real as the sweet not because hell hath no fury but because
5. Love is greater than the sum of its two parts
6. The me cannot ask what the you will not give and so silence
7. But the fertile garden of your mind is still beautiful in the distance and so I cling to my tiny window, feasting my soul
8. No I do not want to return to your Eden because I am not guilty of any primordial sin
9. Because I do not want to feel again its cold determined beauty
10. Unlike, I do not need to stare at you standing behind someone’s protective
11. Back which I do not spoon at nights
12. Because I have known all along what you only now look but will never truly see
13. Ironic because I first saw after washing the mud off my eyes in your pool
14. So do not feel for me because I have the quiet calm of a disembodied love that does not hurt anymore
15. And you will never disappoint not because I am patient
16. I am not
17. But because your breathing is enough.
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