Old Fashioned Wooing Indeed

In some ways I am old fashioned desiring to court the person of my dreams but it would seem they do not know it.


I write poetry to adorn them with my words and see them fly high like a bird but only if my words could show them my heart where it starts and never departs.


Every missed kiss equals missed opportunities to conveying where my heart has been and what it will always say.


Love a splendid state could almost stop one from truth seeing but love makes a way to navigate and sway from what’s to good to be true like you.


Exposed Loving 💙 8.16.17