To the rarest one .
My source…
The fountain of my happy,
my water, my passion.
To someone truly uncommon in all the best ways.
A beauty that is unmatched.
And a talent that could never be compressed in a trap cage.
To my favorite star, shining bright in a universe of darkness.
I wanna be the biggest piece of peace that fills the caverns where your heart is.
I love you regardless.
Playing my role, and letting God guide my part in this.
You and I go together like an old locket with two parts to it.
To the rarest one.
My source…
The eye in my life’s storm.
The shore where I’m building my foundation.
You’re the reason that I’m learning to be patient.
Your smile’s my motivation.
To someone uncommon in all the best ways.
I compress waves of emotion just writing what you mean to me.
You’re the only queen to me ,
You got me on bended knee.
The only subject and thesis of my poetry.
To my favorite star, shining bright in a universe of darkness.
You’re the smartest.
What an honour it would be to spend a lifetime under the sky that your stars lit.
And to help you make a play out of the shitty hand of cards that,
Life dealt you to stop your progress.
I said I love you regardless.
Let’s get this right from now on miss.
Within.
When the Silence becomes deafening
I turn my ears towards you God.
Or maybe rather the you that lies within me.
The tiny voice that I hear and the guidance I seek.
Aligning my stars with their peace.
Trying to line up with the I and I like this was a Rasta thing.
I pray coverage over my temperament. This upcoming month I really was to focus on bettering how I react to things. I want to continue to move with love. I want to continue to challenge myself to grow. I want to be in tune with everything I want to be. I want to receive everything I desire while being able to enjoy it because I believe I deserve it. I want to grow and build with her. I want to bring her past this darkness this world surrounds her with and remind her that her place is amongst the heavens.
She’s Celestial.
She’s superlunary.
The title of my love story is “The Moon and Me”.
I plan to love her through her dark nights. Love her through her cycles. Love her “new moon” as much as I love her “full moon”. Love her crescent as much as I praise her whole. I want to help fill her until her cycle completes and she is back to the image of herself that even she can praise. She shines so bright. I sway graciously in her pull. I bask in the miracle of having got to know her. And that’s the truest way I can describe having gotten to know her. Life’s most simple yet grand pleasure. The biggest part of my everyday. So i sing her praise like a wolf pronounces their admiration of the full moon. And I hope my love fills every crater…every ‘flaw’ (cause she’s perfection to me)… every phase. Hakuna Matata.
I hope I can spirit away her problems. Lead her healing through prayer and effort. Through love and attention and safety. To love the someone as immense as the moon is no small task… But like I said earlier, I want to challenge myself. I hope she finds relief in the ways I love her. And I plan to better myself everyday.
To a better temperament all 2024.
To a girl who is Peace.
She is patiently crafted.
Perfection.
Rare. Real. Royal.
Everything.
Dream Big 