Love

Music

To hear music is to feel. Changing of emotion echoing the expression of ones soul. Proof of His existence. Life without music, impossible. Above clouds racing through veins, in musical notations love thrives. Pulsating to the symphony of our lives.

My morning muse

You are the poetry. Like the bells that chime my hand composes your fate to rhyme. The way you motion with the mop, you became my morning muse. Alexa is taking requests in the kitchen, so take my hand and i’ll let you choose.

He is love

Suffered in His love for our sin. Overwhelmed in my acknowledgement, I embrace my gift and win. A relationship for offer, personal and true. Re-established by the spirit, when inside He flew. Son of man at the core. Anoint in the rainfall of life. A sacrifice so pure. Grace so kind. love. Heart soul andContinue reading “He is love”

My grandmother’s love is great no doubt. My mother’s love can twist and bend around any roundabout. But the one you unexpectedly meet truly makes the heart complete.

The word love

You said the word love. the way it was now never to return. My heart parried, will my frailty let it all burn. Can the two commit? I scream my heart into the heavens. The Lord knows I’m a hypocrite. I would surely cry, if we waved goodbye. At least the thought of you andContinue reading “The word love”

She ponders

The way she laughs excites me, the way she ponders is seductive. Like the tide, i’m drifting towards her, and like the shore I hope she soaks me in.

Is a hug a gift from God?

Is a hug a gift from God? a squeeze can brighten the most darkest of day, for a warm embrace, who doesn’t wish to stay? Is a hug a gift from God? cuddles the heart does treasure, in receiving, oh what a pleasure. Is a hug a gift from God? it’s an act never toContinue reading “Is a hug a gift from God?”

Little kicks inside her

As we watch the birch logs burn, little kicks inside her, excitement strikes! Imagine I hadn’t have been there, no looks from the bandstand, smiles in the park. Fire light and little kicks, emblems of hope in the dark. Aspirations rise with the smoke, the heir to my words until his eminence bespoke.

Upon your art

Lift me high with those loving hands, that chiselled my passionate heart. Lift me high above all creation, and let me gaze, upon your art.

Your lips

I labour, hands in dirt, hot sun on my back. All I have to offer is my heart, in this month of your zodiac. It’s the first day of the week, the sun is beginning to set. I search for words and metaphors, yet your lips, the goal i’ve set.