I be afraid but I remind the God in I that it’s alright.
It really is that simple.
I Love You.
What more is there for me to say right now besides nothing.
You are not perfect
not by a long shot
and up close you still miss
and if it weren’t for you’re bliss.
I would not utter such words as those above and for the rest spoken after I feel evenly so
because I’ve never seen perfect.
It bet it’s eyes don’t glow…
Not the way ours do when you’re in clear view.
I don’t even need my glasses.
I rather sip the wine straight from your bottle.
I don’t go to church anymore
the institution of your Soul is my example.
Of what God’s hand do
And for example
God has on my pen.
If Perfect were in front of me.
I believe honestly, She would lie to me.
She being used Generally for Woman or man.
like I do when I see you pictured in my dreams.
I sing India Irie…and hope for your ear
so I can whisper in your Soul.
And I Try and not get to close
without washing my hands first.
And I know that you can hurt.
I know that it will hurt..but I am going to give you the chance of a lifetime
to stay in my rhymes and my arms at the same time.
I am in Love.
(Another conversation with Poetry)
– Shadel (Hrsh Reyalitee)