Truest Love
He's got my heart strings
I want him to be my everything.
I look at him constantly amazed.
He's so entralled in conversation he doesn't notice my gaze.
In still life or up close and personal.
My body, mind and spirit yearns for his soul.
He's art, incredible and unchanging.
He is simply amazing.
Renaissance in words, but modern by birth
Theres no way of truly determining his worth.
His passion compels me.
He's more than I'll ever deserve.
Like the statue of David
A beauty I've never seen
But somehow has the ability to inspire
Incredible things.
He's Martin Luther with his actions
He's Shakespearean with his diction
A person so magnificent,
You'd think could only exist in fiction.
But he's as real as the blood flowing through my veins
He keeps me humble and yet drives me insane.
He's a contradiction that yet contradicts himself
Not even the great orators could explain.
Small things give me joy, like the simple sound of his name.
I speak of him as if I know him better than myself.
The pedestal I've put him on is more prestige than the top shelf.
Holding him close is my deepest desire.
But life's cruel fate has made me just an admirer.
Copyright © Mari Elisha Williams | Year Posted 2016
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