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permit me

Permit me if you will to speak of 
this great obscurity called love
I am not here to preach or feed 
your preconceived clichéd ideas 
of linguistic and rhythmic words 
live above and dove.
I am here to invoke what is 
already deeply embedded in the 
very Fabrics of your soul.
I want to insight that traitorous 
smile that creeps in on a long 
day When the sanity of your 
heart won’t let your mind be 
whole.I am not talking about 
the rushing waves that caress 
the contours Of her body as you 
stare into her eyes  and make 
love to her entire being with 
just a single kiss. 
It is  that silent completion that 
just her mare presence is 
enough And to hear her speak 
is simply pure bliss.

I am enraged by the notion that 
love is only an emotion,a feeling 
A state of mind that comes and 
goes like a headache.It surely 
makes my head ache when I 
see so many emotional 
Structures fade because the 
foundation were built on 
temporary Infatuated bricks.
It is not the desperate 
yearnings of companionship nor 
the loneliness but the blind 
ambition to attain love that 
most angers me.
we settle for a good perception 
in place of perfection t o ease 
our conscious.
If could open your eyes then I 
would eradicate your illusions 
and place love in your hand for 
you to taste it.I said  If could 
open your eyes then I would 
eradicate your illusions and 
place love in your hand for you 
to taste it. 

It is not a feeling of butterflies 
in your stomach when they 
appear.Hell it isn’t even in the 
silent whispers as  you attempt 
to gather your breath from the 
sweet wrath of her bosom.
Its more refined like 1953 
corvette or a 1960’s chevrotte 
impala you would love to own 
one but settle for a 5series 
BMW instead it is not the value 
but the overall cost that most 
frightens you.
So instead of saving we invest 
in physical pleasures and 
material things. We become 
luminary in satisfaction and 
perfectionists in pleasure.

It is best to detach from all lust 
and desire if it will only pro long 
the joy and serenity of soul 
matched beings what are we in 
the end if we have all we desire 
and lack the love we need? 


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