When you meet someone wonderful..?

When you meet someone impeccable, you will feel exactly how it is I feel.. -wonderful, -attached, -blissful, -secretively bashful.. -solitude, that you never imagined possible..

She’s older than me, but I don’t care.. You can’t put an age on an infatuation you hold for someone.. I value and love very few, but to me, life would seem frivolous without her .. She is the resilient beauty that shines through the darkest of my night’s… Her desires that glimmer like a hundred million stars both faint and bright, Reflectively silhouette off the full lit moons, Casting on me, her infectious shadow.. Steps are measured carefully, little by little, desires come to fruition. The sense of indulging is enough to make ones knees grow weak. Catching only a glimpse of her body, before she evasively flutters away to dust.. Feeling an unfathomable moment in tears I drop to ground on one bended knee.. My sense of indulgence thirsts for the sight of this Impeccable being I saw. Her flee, was a necessary one at that.. But by this time I hadn’t known It’s wasn’t about pain or sorrow, it was about the release of a summer breeze that triggers on the warmest of nights. That it’s not about torment or control.. It’s about the taking a walk through the still of an Alley way -curious to discover what is lurking in the shadows… May her senses guide me from one my bent knee, To smell and taste, to hear, to feel And to see.. To speak. Compliant. Tactful. Witty. Any simple way to derive any intellect that she could bask in her arms.. After all,there’s no need for constraints’ here, just restraints’. Devotion, trust, and admiration is the light that leads us through the bitter dawn. Passion and intimacy is what feeds us through the mornings. As for our evenings, well they are just a time for virtues and sinners to play together. Aberrant as we are in our own ways, angels earn Their wings through devious tactics They let us dance!, and sing! …and cry!.

–(aggressively speaking in anger)

But why thou shalt not lead me to the desolate courtyard she silently sits waiting?

–(calm depression sets in, settle tome voice, Almost as if I’m in tears)

And why thou shalt not she be waiting when I finally do arrive?? Where has thou partner wondered to? It is imperative I see her once more, If only it is for a second…

Because, the waiting, is the hardest part..