He Brought Me A Scent…
From The Desert’s Treasure…
One Of A Kind…
Only Few Do Hold…
Magical… Tantalizing In Its Breeze…
Without Words He Captured…
Our Love So Rare…
Now I Wear It Like A Secret…
Only He Would Know…
-A
He Brought Me A Scent…
From The Desert’s Treasure…
One Of A Kind…
Only Few Do Hold…
Magical… Tantalizing In Its Breeze…
Without Words He Captured…
Our Love So Rare…
Now I Wear It Like A Secret…
Only He Would Know…
-A
I’m still me…
Soft, expressive, open-hearted..
But I’ve learned how to hold that softness…
For myself first.
-A
She’s a sweet breeze of old
Statuesque in her prose
Footing on rough dirt
Her tears have nourished,softened the soil beneath her
A tug of war..
Between idle bliss..
And flowing with the wind.
Beautiful in either state she’s in.
In every world..
Every life…
Her soul pierces every realm.
-A
No words and actions can convey
A light to flicker.
A heart to open.
Or wounds to heal.
You can see the best in everything..
Yet remain standing solitary in your view of them.
Like standing idle with truth in your heart.
While everything else swirls on by..
Your minds weight crashing in on itself.
The greatest love lies within my eyes.
This yearning in my heart.
And my hands clenched with a promise.
-A