Like a Thought Process

 Be it the moon, the stars, the surreal clouds by night. Be it the sun by day, the passing angels, and the feeling of serenity in the air then. Be it the content feeling of beauty from fulfillment. Be it the true warmth of a mother's love to her baby... None of this, except God’s infinite mercy, can compare to what it feels like to have you, and how much happiness I want to give you, save for the promises... I love you, honey. You're my woman, my everyday crush, my everyday love. I miss you, boo— every day, every passing second, every heartbeat... Maybe you should count yours. I love you... A lot Maybe it's childish to wish you'd take up my name. Maybe I’m only a dreamer, 'cause all I really see is marrying you, and I know I’m not up to the task yet. Maybe I just want you too damn much, even when I know you’re mature and see life from a more direct angle. Yet, I don't just see you as someone I want to make my lover, my girlfriend, my wife... ...

I will tell you I love you every chance I get. I will tag it in the skies, write it in the clouds, send you a congregation of angels to sing it to you, reshape every mountain that's high enough for you to see into a heart. I will say it everywhere— to everyone who cares, and those who don't care to listen. I love you... so, so, so much. I don't mind if loving you is the one thing that brings out my inner child. I don't mind. I wanna spend eternity with you—talking about forever. I wanna be with you every waking moment, especially after a stressful day of money-making. I wanna grow old with you, retire into your arms, lay my head every day—every single freaking day—on your bosom, listening to your heartbeat, 'cause each beat, I know, says you love me. I love you, without restraints... you never forget that. I miss you, and I fucking hate this distance. I love you so much, bae. Even though it's not all I have to offer— I do, sincerely.

  Note to Bae Mine is a very troubled mind—a very, very troubled mind. But I refuse to base me and you on what I’ve been through. Sure, I will tell you my darkest fears, my deepest worries, show you how many storms rage in my head, and give myself completely. Yet, outside promises—just stay. I want to know all there is to know about you, but then—stay. I don’t want to know your secrets only to have you not in my life in the future. I have dreams, goals, a future to design... It would be beautiful if you stay and build with me—the troubles, the fun, the success story no one can compare, the stories nonetheless. Stay a little longer—now and always. If you ever get scared and back out, I hold it not against you. I miss you when you’re not there. I love you, without restraints... unapologetically. Queen of hearts? No. My woman is no queen— she is a goddess. I could spend my whole life telling you you're beautiful... because you truly are. I do not love you—no, my sweets, you’r...

My fair maiden by the river, my love. My princess up in the castle. My heartbeat. My first love since the world ended, the one my future was shaped after.  My woman, my super woman. The fair one I looked upon from the skies, my golden goddess. I know the stories of the ones kissed by gods and made immortal. She kissed me and I felt in my heart, like the beginning of eternity. Maybe life is a bed of roses. I found my Rose and life started its rebirth. My everyday crush, my sweetheart. Marry me. I am a poet but what poetry is as beautiful as you are? Marry me, please. I love you...like a young one in love, perfect, flawless, indulgent, fresh.  My beautiful Rose. How everyday, I long for you in my arms, your head on my chest, your lips on mine half the night, my eyes to feast on you unclad, my hands to comfort you round while we stare at tomorrow in the distance, my soul wrapped around the true love you have for me.  My one and sure. Let it ring, let it, upon the rocks of et...

 She doesn’t know… That thoughts of her are the one thing I look forward to—waking up, going through my day, and even in my dreams. That I miss her even if the space is just a second. I never stop breathing, because every time I pause, I miss her. Maybe I could say I live for you, Shae. You don’t know just how much, at this point, you mean to me. I long for the taste of your lips, I wish upon you in my arms, asleep, your heart wanting mine. I’m often seen as a dreamer because I often want more than people understand. But you’re not just a dream I have. You are completeness. My life craves that right now—save for order, balance, and purpose. I miss you, so damn much I’m beginning to not understand myself anymore. Allow me to dream for a moment… I would, would God let me, move mountains, shift tides, cross the skies, send to you a chariot of clouds just to have a moment with you. But in truth, I just want to always be with you. Wish I knew… On second thought, I don’t wan...

 She made her mind up, said a lot with her smiles. She told the truth and just kept going with the stories. You know those stories—the ones where she didn’t know how to say “I love you” back, but my heart yearns for you too? Maybe she was shy. She was and still is beautiful nonetheless. I love her—this girl. She knows, maybe just not how much. I have these sleepless nights, my usual amnesia, but now I spend most of them thinking of her. When morning comes, after a few hours of rest, I still wake up with her the first on my mind. How is she doing it? Why do I want to know? A product of the Rose of Sharon—Sharon-Rose, my Rose. Smile. Let each heartbeat tell you I miss you... Are you listening? Let every breath you take remind you that I said I love you... Maybe let it play in your mind every time you breathe... Now stay alive. Breathe. I miss you, Shae. Don’t know how you did it. You’re an amazing woman—don’t let anybody tell you otherwise. Though, honestly, for someon...

 I really want to type you something beautiful—it's not writer's block. No, not today. I’m just not sure how best to tell you that your eyes are beautiful—crystal-clear magnificence. I don’t know how to say I have no restraint over my mind when lusting after those beautiful lips. How do I describe the puppy-softness of your skin and how it takes me straight to the doorstep of that future I sincerely crave? You see that voice, that tenderness... I keep losing words to use. What would it take for one like you to fall in love with someone like me? I am no romantic, but you are the beauty in words, the sweetness in dreams. My fingers move toward words whenever I think of you... Why would I not write?