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Love

It was put aside

tucked away

in a deep quiet place

it was ignored

eyes

blinded by

daily chores and troubles

but…

Love…is always waiting patiently

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to be heard

to be felt

deep in our hearts

and soul

even after forever

even after time

Perfect Sunday

Making pancakes with him, such a fun activity most weekends he is here. Today, particularly he chose to be extra critical of my methods in making the batter. As if there are other methods to do a pancake batter. I rolled my eyes and continued with the batter while waiting for the pan to heat up.

Slightly annoyed, I poured the batter in the pan and as I placed the mixing bowl back on the counter, I felt his arms encircled my waist and felt soft sensual kisses behind my neck.

I smiled and just melted in his arms. I love the way he riles me up with his unusual way of getting to me.

Now, if I can only make him do the dishes without telling him tree times, It would be a perfect Sunday.

Head over heels

You told me I think too much

dream too much or even talk too much

and I say… but honey

I dream about you all night and all day

like a high school kid in-love for the first time

I want you every which way

every form and every day

explore every inch of you

inhale your scent exhale your steam

you say I am hopeless romantic

when I am in-love with you

head over heels

Heartstrings

He tugged and pulled every fiber of my heart

How can this an apologetic, un assuming, handsome man

Be so oblivious of how I feel about him.

Sauntering in front of him maybe 3 times a dayWearing my sweetest smile in my rouge colored lispstick and he never even complimented me, not even on my sweet little black and white polka dot dress I had on the other day.

I need to up my game, yes, yes I need to up my game.

What a shame he doesn’t know what he’s missing…

lyrics

Hidden messages in the lyrics of the song

written for him by her, floats on the

surface filling up all the crevices of her

composition. The sad part is, he is not aware of

all those love languages written just for him.

Oblivious

He is from all the passion and desire she wrote.

She poured every secrets, every sunrise and sunsets

that has been her guide to write the beauty

in this lovely musical note of her love for him.

Things between us…

These things between us

consumes me…

floors me in ways

beyond your imagination

the sunflower in me adores the sun God in you

You, always strong always confident and liable

Me, the delicate the ever shy flower in the

meadows… receptive of the strength you emit

these things between us a perfect combination

a perfect union, fate has ever created.