This is to say…

Blank blur predictions, our blazing expectations A curly inconspicuous feeling of lonely emotions That dares the mares and fears, breaks you into tears. The unfolding petals of this rose lure my cares. The thin coat of my silver lining shining blurry like diamonds in the rough Your golden smile taking me a mile towards my passions, every second never enough Your eyes painting my heart love If love had a color then it would be green, cause I envy your man Love is a cousin to lust, illusion’s the brother Don’t bother about mental cascades, life’s long Be cunning like a horny man, yet kind like a virgin Reasoning masturbations, a weak mind that never wins Our life is a game of our minds, not a mind game Shame on me if I acquaint my self to this flame If this flame will die on departure, but don’t blame All men are cowards, so you said Time is a virgin’s penetration, it’s precious yet short Time has lapsed our attraction and emotion Life has smiled to death A myth of life, a story to be told Yes, I’m young and restless, but let me grow old Let me know I have your care and care, but mostly your care For your care tells me how much you mean to me Love cares but lust is blind Life is anything else… This is my first letter, probably my last My pen serenades the moments we spent together Catching up on life’s thrilling moments, our bond I guess tears isn’t what brought us together For if so this boat is floating on sand But lines are too long, songs are too deep, and poetry is too boring This is to say…, I love you.