Blacks howling

Not all treasure is made of silver and gold. It can be a glass heart, whom has tender hands on its hold. Thusly named, treasure in measure of greatest riches. As does water run beneath the bridges. For I have seen measures of women since, in explanation of gregarious. Not to be rude, belittle or wave finger at you whom read, but it was in these weeds that find precarious. I have become enamored....oh ma'am how I've been besotted and unmannered. I stand in awe of thee, I wish you to see. It is that filled chest and teared eye. Because the beauty of it has taken you. It is ephemeral, it is emotion raw and unfilitered and I fear If only you knew. That these words written give not the full vehement of me. I tell you love, that your hug set me free. It opened doors long closed, Where I could find no key. Laid down gates and bridges to places burned along the quay. When that pleasant shoreline used to hold laughter. Echoed into the here after. You placed sunsets on horizons. I would be lying, if I didn't say you gave me laughter and want to wizen. To walk slower, talk softer and look toward a future with that sound. To always Love you so very loud. 

With all the love I am able to muster,

BW

I beg thee, till allow me privy to your mental machinations,

And allow me to verbally and physically give such stimulations,

I wish to have ability to brandish flustered as you do sword as your word,

To give you alliteration and watch fever so absurd make thy heart stirred,

I wish to know if your skin lights and ignites in passion for coital wanting,

Intimacy, shared breaths, oh how your cold and smell is haunting, ever taunting,

Sitting, hard to breath, heart alight and pounds to move blood in pathing repitious motion,

Gives such notion, that I drank the potion that bonded two souls in promotion,

Of a life led on grounds that I scream your name,

Not just above sexual wanting but like moth to flame,

Funeral pyre, whos auburn glow invites without words on cold winter night,

And falling on my wanting eyes as the colorization of borealis skies light,

God I see thee,

I watch as you be,

And I attempt poetry,

To say what verbalization lacks,

To say facts,

Such as that I want you,

That I love you,

Always.

Xoxo

BW

If you can dream with a broken mind,

And love with a broken heart,

The world is filled with your treasure,

For someone able to still live after such pain,

Will go forth into the world and extinguish it,

For they have walked on ashy coals,

And willingly will hold you above them,

To make sure no heat tampers flesh,

For the measure they will go,

Is the same they have felt,

The kindest and happiest are born,

Not of light, rainbows or love,

But clouds, rain and grief,

They walked through shadowed valleys,

They saw evil and looked them eye to eye,

They are protectors!

Who had no one to hold a shield for them!

Who went to the front line and said No!

You will not do this again,

Those smiles are testaments to scars,

And HORRORS, you will never see!

Because they will not allow it,

So when big gentle creatures radiate such immense happiness,

Remember there is a core in there that someone didn't love,

Someone may have thrown away,

They may have doors you can't see and they will never open,

Because they locked them away,

Some lose the battle,

Some become the war,

And some pick up armor,

So you don't hurt anymore.....

Bless those who are caring,

Even after utter defeat,

Bless those who are kind,

When people can't even see,

Bless those with honor,

When they where given none,

Bless each and every fallen,

Who battle was never won....

I left the battlefield, battered and broken,

A soul whose light was slowly fading,

The spark of it raged, it fumed to stay lit,

For so long.....

It thought that it's last moments,

Would be scars, haze, and madness,

It thought it would keep grief, sorrow and sadness,

And like a candle to withered wheat,

A hug,

So simple and sweet,

It roared the soul to blaze,

Realizing a protector needed a healer,

A shield needed the holy word,

Because what you did could be seen as nothing else,

I know now that I can be happy,

With the simplicity of your smile,

And a room with your laughter,

And feel fully,

To never see that barren wasteland,

Ever again.

Falling in love with you was so easy,

It was like past lives met again and laughed,

Saying loudly " I knew we could do this"

The flawless fall was more of a run,

Where bright eyes shown like the break of day,

And hugs healed years of hurt that you didn't cause,

It was stars falling in place one by one,

Every time we talked, that love grew,

It's how I knew, that this kind of love,

Was a cherished memory fostered over and over,

Through previous lives or a will so strong,

That nothing would ever compare,

And why would I?

Comparisons are just lust,

And when you look up In to that face,

Every other is grey,

They are lost souls,

If they want love to bad,

I already poured that whole bottle elsewhere.

Xoxo.

BW

It's not about being the one and only,

But the want for want solely,

It's abated frustrating in tiny glances,

Or the best late night romances,

It's more like friendship on fire,

Holding each other higher and higher,

Like rain drops of notes,

With dreams and loving hopes,

Rolled into someone who cares so much,

And improving slowly and such,

To love them so very loud,

That not even a passing cloud,

Could dim that firey light,

Or emotional boulders could quall our combined might,

For you are things that I am not,

Long for those things I have sought,

To have such radiant saught,

For you slowly have taught and taught,

That want for want is better than strings,

Or the only in manifested earthly things,

For when you utter that word in forthright,

My eyes dazzled again at your starry sight,

And I still hold so many emotions I will never describe,

But I love you will have to do for now.

God I wish you could see yourself in my eye,

To your surprise that radiance would blind and defy,

Erase any doubt of your beauty and grace,

See how that mirror is so cruelly displaced,

That you are and can only be defined by the word holy,

The only, the space that I healed slowly,

Where finally you may see why I melt,

When the space you create to help what I felt,

Your are love personified, and had me well before we kissed,

Madame me as my heart, As you whom i truly miss,

I will not leave due to Grey skies,

Or old scars who slowly whisper lies,

I'm yours not as in possession or thing,

But happiness in abundance is what I wish to always bring,

As such on days filled with merry and cheer,

A friendly face on bad days so I may be near,

Yours as in that I am your partner, lover, secret holder, and friend,

As the fires abrupt I will be the rain impend,

I am yours in a way that I will give to no one else, 

While we are together, that love is for you and myself...

Truly yours,

Xoxo

BW

How do I tell her?

That her laughter in a room,

Was felt in rooms in this mind,

That are painted in red,

Where a little boy sits in fits of sadness,

Where madness ran like rivers,

And Loneliness was his best friend,

A little boy with a scarred face and a delicate heart,

Where a man holds the door shut so no one can hear,

Can hear the damn lamentations of someone so kind,

Someone who cries for other people,

And grew up wishing for super powers to heal,

Broken hearts and broken limbs,

Systems that hold down helpless people,

Where he thought one day he would kick doors down and find little children,

Just like him.....

To Save!!!!!!!!!!

But found a world so dark, so sad that he closed it all in,

That it took years of begging and scratching at that door,

Before that man let him out,

How do I tell her, That her voice was the key,

To better past feelings,

Future endeavors,

And man with the heart of that boy to beat any weather,

And the only thing he wants now,

Is to make sure his voice replaces every mean one,

And be a safe place forever.

I wish the world was kinder to you,

That they for a moment, could see you through these eyes,

If only they knew,

The kindness that flows from you like water,

As easy as clouds drop the rain,

I wish the past was filled with joys,

Oh such musical plays and romances that churned your heart,

As long as I was still on that path, 

I wish happiness found you in such abundance,

That audience flooded your life and loneliness was a sting you never felt,

That every step felt as though you made the world a better place,

I wish that you wanted for not,

And that I am a future that you look forward to,

Because mine or yours, us and them, we, partners, those things are just titles,

And I would hold any that you would give me,

Because I can't see my future without your name,

And that name will always be enough.

Love you,

BW

She is dancing in the rain,

Rushing drops falling on faces,

She is laughter in quiet places,

My heart fills again,

She is tears wiped from faces,

And healing through sleepy sonnets,

She is personified self love,

Replacing the mean voice in my head,

She is worth changing for,

Making sure my best version is here,

She is who I want to stand next too,

When hard days show face,

Because love is not passion and words,

But a want, and desire to be,

Better together.

That is you and me.

Xoxo

BW