In an attempt to stop crying, I will write to you. This rhyme is dedicated to you, and only you.
There are some who can only be defined by storms. The eyes of storms like portals to their souls. Such a shame, your pain unseen. But I am more than willing to behold. You are, more than tainted flesh. You are, more than the space you keep between the people you meet that yearn to hear the beat of your heart in that cage. That’s what it is, right? A cage. Ribs that stick out like branches in the forest, keeping me from my destination: You. My goal is you. My love-for you. And I will not break your cage of ribs, but maneuver through them. I shall not shame him for his fears, but triumph to him. Your resistance like hot coals on my feet. Our trifles like mosquitoes on my skin. But I must swat them away, my love I must defend. Oh, how your fear beams down on me, gnawing at my sanity. But I shall not-I will not give in to temporary pains. I admit I have come close, bringing my efforts to shame. But I have risen from my selfish thoughts. I want to be your safe haven. The place where you feel safe. The place where warmth is felt in my embrace love secretes into my taste passion lives upon my face and love will never feel the same…Baby, this, is how I’ll love you. I am not perfect, like you are to me. And I may not seem like much at a whopping 5 foot 3. But the Powerpuff Girls were small. Shit-and Chucky was just a doll-but he stayed slayin’ niggas! Pistols ain’t too big neither but with one in ya face I bet you hand ova some figures…But I digress. So what are small packages? The best-if you ask me, that’s where all the magic is. Baby, I love you. Givin’ you the world baby-this is how I’ll love you. I know, I can’t be the best all the time. I know, I can’t fix it all with just this rhyme…But I am willing to travel through your forest. Because it is you I love and adore best. You can have my heart and my best efforts, baby I promise to give you no less.