HEARTFELT

 

Let me scrawl

From the depths of my inner atom

Let me tell in paint what I spat in words

First day, second day and all those days we met

Time when I scrounged

When I knocked at that tough cherishing door with my black knuckles

I but spat sincere words

Words like a mother’s song to a crying baby

 

I just rolled to your direction the depths of my oceans
How sincere
You saw the peaks of my mountains
Mountains void of cols
So I spat all my sincere portions
Assembled my deepest parts of the puzzle in me
Words rolled not to confuse and convince
I could only tell of my riddled being yesterday

This feeling that I feel for your existence
I know God has got his hand over me
You are a superwoman
You have penetrated to the bottoms of my inner atom
Look now
I want none other fruits
My inner atom found its favourite creation
Like the herbs produced by mother earth
You soothe my soul
Natural healing

"Love is a serious mental disease"
So Plato said
I will stay inane for you breathe
Insane for a solo creation
A slave of this mental disease
How the sickness in me pleases my soul
A clean tackle
If It breaks I will heal by a hunk of more love

I sing words like you are precious all days
I sing serenades every day
For the touch of love I learned how to roll the pen
Scribble and craft words to flatter you
Sing you live music every day
Intimate moments
Ultimate existence
You are the lineage of sense
I stay with no pretence
You sparked a meaning into my breath

I but now know eternity
The enemy that sojourned and stayed in me yesterday is no more
I have a new layer on my skin
You cleansed my soul and the fluids springing in me
Just those sincere words for a little endeavour of appreciation