Serendipity



Dedicated to a very special lady who has touched my soul through her eminent words which gave birth to florescent imagery & heartfelt emotions I read the pieces written by this Godly mind & found myself wondering in her amazing garden of metaphors, similes, personifications, alliterations, oxymoron's etc which bore rich healthy fruits of knowledge - I am complete



Serene is her voice like a new born baby’s smile  
The tranquility I get every time she speaks
Paints vivid pictures of a place so distant in my mind
I have not felt like this in a while
I am in love with the feeling C’est si bon
Makes me for a fleeting moment forget bout my many realities
Which have drawn first blood to my fantasies
Keeping from me, the sight of incredible wonders that lay hidden near by
Dare I dream again? To hoist my sails & venture these relationship seas
To an island where treasures be, enchanted I am
By such a land, I seek to find the chest that carries the heart of a deity
As I wake my ears long to be filled with the symphony of her melodious cords
The excitement I have is like that of a toddler in a candy store
I find myself embodied by intensity and ponder
Silently about the possibilities of falling like Goliath as if I were struck by a love rock cast by cupid
I must be a madman or plain stupid 



 

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