ON LOVE - My Friend the Queen
My Friend the Queen
Thoughts of admiration take precedence
when I conjure thoughts of her essence.
She flows with grace,
unspeakable beauty depicts her face.
She has the allure of a Blue Jay and the intelligence of a Raven.
If she knew my thoughtful intentions and loving aspirations,
never would our days see lonely endings.
I long to hold her tight, massage her at night,
and awaken with smiles and loving insight.
Come home, my Queen,
for your Nomadic King awaits.
Kimatni D. Rawlins, Poetic Thought
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A Stranger’s Laughter
READ MOREShe stood with a wondrous allure,
a magnet of attraction while silent in nature;
her demeanor was methodical,
and conversation unforgettable.
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The Sound of Love
READ MOREI woke up to the sound of love,
to the music of happiness,
to the incantations of thankfulness,
of a life blessed with companionship with my queen.
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When a Soul Cries
READ MOREToday I cried.
Deep like shark's descent into dark waters-
deep like the openness of the universe.
I cried not for help, but love.
