Dear Beloved,
I hope this scribe finds you in good health, but more importantly, healthy spirits….
Since your initial appearance, idle time leads me to thoughts of you…
The simple fact that I was sought out by you, leaves me feeling like cherished treasure…
Others perished from pressure, but YOU….Stand out with outstanding perseverance…
Chuckled at my subtle deterrence, thus, you “got to me…”
Like the hands that mold pottery, you reshaped my melodies of “what’s to come” with notes of positivity…
Enveloped vividly, visions of YOU travel first class from surface to the core of my being…
Fleeting emotions whisper to the Most High, “I want to be the omega to his alpha…”
Basking in nostalgia… if you believe in past lives, I’ve touched your heart before…
Lured by method of my poetic prowess, Don’t you know I use my soul as a pen…?
What comes from the soul goes to the soul…
And each word I send equates a kiss blown by the wind… How many have you received…?
Your's truly....
Poetical Inclinationz
Tahlena “Tea”
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