Sometimes

So I think about her...and think about her

Come to find out that,
She is a beautiful soul that
Isn't appreciated by her man at home
So I decide to write to her to provide an prologue to the novel of our
relationship

But...Sometimes I feel as if,
I cannot thoroughly describe my thoughts as I scribe on this pallet
As if her looks and personality doesn't already speak volumes.
Her looks and her attitude create perfect harmony, and its those
aesthetic synergies that have me yearning for her attention.

And sometimes I feel as if she should've been mine.
As if in another life its me she is holding passionately, instead of him.
The image is so vivid I feel as if it had already occurred.
One by one, three matches are lit in the night
The first to see her face
The second to see her eyes
The last to see her lips
I caress her body from head to toe tip
So when its dark all around, I can remember it all
While holding her in my arms.
I want to be the subject to her predicate, the yin to her yang, the
reason why she sings.

And sometimes I wonder why...
Why is she subject to the insecurities
And all the abnormalities that the relationship entails.
And I wish that I can tell her that I can be her knight in shining armor while
releasing her from those troublesome burdens that exists from someone
who thinks that "she's too good for me"

And sometimes I wish that I can look into those pools of remorse and
transform them into oceans of realization as she sketches a portrait
within my heart.
But I realize from the start that I'm wanting something that I cannot
have, but I feel that I can have anything I want if I give up the
belief that I can't.

Sometimes,
I feel as if she feels the same way.
As if day to day she wonders how it would've been if she said no to him
and yes to me...