When hurricanes come without warning,
When paths diverge without sign posts,
You stay by my side, unperturbed,
With trust as compass,
And love as quiet strength.
She wishes she can buy me presents,
But all I need is her precious presence.
She always shows me her true essence,
She lives her life without laments.
She never wishes she were different,
But I know she is simply so authentic.
Oh how I love all the time we so far spent.
Every moment in her room feels like magic.
She and I met after the summer,
She came into my life like a zephyr.
I always tell her I promise her
My love for her will never wither.
She's my goddess, princess, poetess,
So I'll gladly be her god, prince, poet.
We'll find our way, find our palace.
So I'll do my best to lead our duet.
She wishes she can buy me presents,
But truth is she herself is all I ever wanted.
My only wish is it is never me she resents,
'Cause she is everything I ever needed.
"My man" you can’t have;
My man he’s my love and;
He frequently accepts me as I am;
He I soul love, as my man;
Fully connected with him;
Engaged intentions, emotions;
My man feelings, expectations:
My man healthy future;
Everything is just for me;
I am his go to person I be:
Just want to enjoy every sweet,
Sweet, sweet, sweet, spans;
Intimate darling my man;
Love you so and, you are mine;
Simple and small things with him, my man;
Very casual, inamorato, dearest love;
Paramour truelove you are my man;
May you and the world understand?
You are my man;
"Babe" so endearing appreciated affection, my man;
And the relationship dynamic you’re my man;
A romantic partner or future spouse, my man;
Carrying connotations of a strong, committed,
And long-term relationship;
Conveying awe enthusiastic agreement, my man, my man;
Paramour truelove, my second Hallelujah;
6/16/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2025
Dedicated and written for "Damilo"
Three women with umbrellas were waiting for this train.
To get on or for someone to get off? I am yet to know.
I lost track of them after the people disembarked.
Looking for my husband, who would not have an umbrella.
My umbrella was at home, I was not expecting this dreary night.
My man would not be the first one off, closer to the last.
I knew from experience, he avoided the crowds.
My smile was wide when I saw his excited look of recognition.
The fingers crawled over
my lips, each step a crunch
on my parched soul -
lullaby for my desires
But where’s the wind ?
Where was it, before the drizzle?
The crawl slithered into sleek
curling my lips into his mouth
like a prey, I panted in his loop
struck by the venom of his kiss
I strangled reaching for the antidote
You unheard my Ahhh as -
mistaking it for consent.
My naked body cracked in the sun
frail limbs creeping towards the shade
He snatched me like a predator
engulfed my head and slowly
all of me .
My bones and tendons
all crushed in his muscular coil.
A chill and breath left in me
maybe just for tomorrow.
Resilience Unveiled”
To the woman who weeps upon betrayal’s blade, Her heart’s fragile wings, in tempests swayed. Yet within pain’s chisels, a metamorphosis blooms, Mating intelligence refined, wisdom consumes.
She deciphers subtle cues in future mates’ eyes, No longer blinded by love’s sweet disguise. Her heart, a compass, guides through the storm, Detecting low mate value, keeping her warm.
But what of the other woman, entwined? Dancing with deception, love’s twisted bind. Her prize: a man who betrayed with ease, A heart ill at ease, history’s infidelity keys.
Days pass, the all-woman stands tall, Dress discarded, memories small. Her worth, her happiness—her own throne, No charity case, no borrowed zone.
Malice whispers, venomous hiss, She invokes Hanlon’s razor, dismissing the abyss: “Never attribute to malice,” she imparts, “That which is explained by stupidity’s arts.”
Human behavior, folly and wisdom entwine, And silently, one weeps upon life’s knife.
My man my man his name is Joe
The smartest kindest man I know
A smile so big and eyes so blue the sweetest man
I ever knew.
Loves me for me this I know , I love him so much
I love you Joe
I want my man
not to be perfect and good looking
I want him to kiss on my forehead
Whispering I will love you always
I want him to hold my hand
to reach my goal gate
I want him to guide me in grand stage
Where I will receive the most prestigious doctorate award
I want him to cheers in my happiness
and grieved in my pain
I want him to teach me
If i do something wrong in someday
I want him to scold me but not to raise his hand even though if he loss his temperament
If i die before him
I promise to leave him most expensive gifts in the world
Which will compensate my death
My little two babies who will bring rejoice in his life again
I don't want him to mourn in my death
I want him to hold our babies hand so that he could feel my presence
I want him to kiss my photo in my death day
Saying you were the most beautiful soul
may god grant me another chance to live with you in next life too..
he is easy to love
for he will do anything for me
I am not half as good to him
as I want to be
he goes out of his way
to make me feel special and loved
my love was sent to me
by the angels above
he’s been after me since we were five
and we are seventy years young now
this is the kind of love to have
I recommend it, for it is a wow.
Here is the trick
You have to be great friends first
Do not fall in love with every troll
For you’ll find yourself unhappy and much worse
Find the one who puts you up
Who says great things, who will do or die
The one who makes you laugh
Not the one who makes you cry
Look for friendship first
kindness, generosity and truthfulness next
bad boys who hurt your heart
are not worth your time, so uncomplex.
Tattoo my tongue with candy kisses
that pour into my heart like fine wine
Caress me dear wide as the atmosphere
With a red quilted touch in time
Sway with me as we dream
singing our favorite songs
Stay with me despite challenging
Teal times that go wrong
When I cry let us decide
that empathy helps me heal
When I try to run and hide
You pull me close help feel deal
Oh my love how could you trust
My Sagittarius red fire ways?
It must be you I prayed for who
would be my man of faith.
Theirs toys and their boys
And there's coffee for rent
There's arguments and reasons, your money gets spent
There's children and pets and bills to keep paid
There's friends and acquaintances all waiting to be laid
Then the grave yells out loudly
Spreading fear amongst friends
And you stand up still proudly
Awaiting the end
It's not time and you know
It's not time for you to go
So, stand up and listen
to the voice of a friend
If you really can't hear them
Please do not pretend
These are things that they taught you as a child b4 ten
Then the grave yells out loudly
Spreading fear amongst friends
And you stand up still proudly
Awaiting the end
And for “goodbyes”, and the word
and the meaning that comes
Perhaps it's for destroying
Your world of such fun
I will entice him with my meatloaf topping
Which means a meatloaf underneath naturally.
Next to it will be nestled my other signature dish
Scalloped corn with onions, saltines, and mashed potatoes.
He will be knocked out of his chair by this woman’s comfort food.
Especially after he tastes my warm homemade bread with real butter.
No one can resist my hot triple chocolate brownies under vanilla ice cream.
He will be malleable now, agreeable to any ideas or opinions I have.
I want him to look at me like I am a juicy blood rare steak
That he could eat with or without condiments
I want him to look at me like I am a sunset at the edge of a beach
I want him to feel I am gold at the end of the rainbow
I want him to see the real me, and appreciate my gentle heart.
I want him to feel proud when he shows me off.
I want him to introduce me to family as if I am a priceless gem
He discovered all on his own.
In my man cave, is a closet
Which would spawn horrible critiques
Totes full of old computer parts
Some of which my be antiques
Various plumbing parts abound
But Lord knows I'm not a plumber
Game parts, tools, nuts, bolts and nails
Old clothes from winter to summer
There is some work out equipment
For some reason it looks brand new
In the corner is my tool box
With tools scattered most askew
It's been like that for a long time
In a terrible unsorted array
If ever found clean or empty
I must have died or moved away!
Words can not express the joy I get when I see your face
It encourages me to know I can make it from day to day
Words can not express the way I enjoy your touch
When we are together it's never to much
Words can not express warmth of your lips , when we kiss
It gives me a sense of Heavenly bliss
Words can not express when your body meets with mine
Sending a exotic chill up my spine
Words can not express the way I appreciate everything you do
All I can say is "I truly love you"!!
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