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 đź’™ 8.16.17

A Fortuitous Meeting (Part 2)

A Fortuitous Meeting (Part 1)


Part 2

You, the few that knew, captivated

my senses enough that I began to

hope in humanity once again.


You see, in the times in between, my

heart had been broken; betrayal

happened much too often and I spent

too much time building walls that I

was not made to keep up.


These fortuitous meetings happened

and open me up to the certainty that

the Holy One is present looking out

for me so I don’t become another

casualty locked into a mindset that

asks questions like why and how come

but no one knows the answers so the

questions linger.

(To be continued)


Exposed Loving đź’™, 8.4.17