Poetry

Poetry The tall, dark and handsome man I long for His broad shoulders are the frames to the most beautiful painting His eyes illuminate in the sky like the stars Almost as if you could touch him, your dreams would come true. "He feels like fresh Silk" you think as he caresses your hand. When he looks into your eyes he sees the epitome of all your pain, sorrow, lies and unrighteousness. He gives you way to speak. He gives you a voice. He gives you understanding love. He let's you speak YOUR truth. Then you finally realize that you're in love You wonder how can this man be so perfect Now you and I have found our Rhythm Our Beat Our Passion Our Drive Our Love Our Poetry.