My heart has a habit of illuminating certain souls that radiate like the sun and enrapture me with their glow. Stolen glances ensue while I steady the euphoria within, maintaining a stoic facade for the intellectual evaluation to begin. My mind longs to know you and cleave your thoughts asunder, but how to achieve this without looking desperate I wonder? The role of passive spectator conflicts greatly with my nature, for this world is too short to roam like an impartial creature. If my heart feels for you I will surely make it known, just look to my eyes, this is where my affection is shown.
For I am a heart that beats,
a tongue that speaks,
a body that bleeds,
and a soul that seeks.
But these eyes also uncover truth when intentions are concealed, and sheds tears in isolation when affection is repealed. And though my tongue is not sharp with seeds of contempt, or my actions reflective of internal discontent, my gradual absence from your life and attempts to circumvent are the subtle signs of my heartache and efforts to forgot.
But life goes on and scars heal.
So I pray for a companion that will love and sacrifice, and who by God’s grace is my partner in paradise.
Souls diverging from bodies granting new perspective,
While the physical is depleting, the immortal’s reflective.
Eyes wide open, once plagued with singular vision,
Old hearts bleeding and scarred, now embracing remission.
Minds mortified by media spreading mayhem and malice,
Paired angels documenting the meticulous madness.
Breath launching from lungs, legs finally in flight,
Embracing the arena, striving for unreachable heights.
Optimism overwhelms, silencing the skeptics,
The triumph is tangible, challenge accepted.
I stop and stare,
At this miraculous creature hovering in open air.
Seemingly magical, and without a care,
But the struggle within, this I am unaware.
For this mystical creature awakes each morn,
Heart beating faster than the norm.
Evading predators in many forms,
Seeking sustenance amidst hailstorms.
Life slipping by perpetually in flight,
Yet to my eye, beauty captivates my sight.
Oh hummingbird, I’m inspired by your might,
Exuding courage despite your plight.
The inner workings contradicting the out,
Though still on course you remain devout.
Now cognizant of your trials and strength throughout,
I remain enthralled without a doubt.