Anticipating the arrival of my angel:
beautifully
created in every
detail.
Euphoric for our encounter is ecstasy but
farewells are filled with fear and frighten me.
Gorgeous, you’ve grown in gracefulness,
hold my heart, and
instill interest.
Justified jubilance
keeps kindling my kindness, my
LOVE.
My memories molded me and my
notions are near and never noticed.
Open an opportunity for the ocean of
perfection to pour in and polish the
questions
remaining and relating to a relationship.
Sadly, the saying
‘trust me’ is too typical to think true,
unknowing of its underlying
value.
While I wait, wondering what will and won’t be,
xenially
yearning for your heart
zealously …
I think of you and I…
my ABCs.
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