So many emotions…
Feelings… they say… that a real man is not supposed to show,
But damn, why did my lungs expand and refuse to let go?
Why did my mind exercise thoughts that started to flow…
to my tongue… and then there goes my breath.
I tried to catch it, but you had already taken it away.
Why am I even saying things like this…
Expressions that my manhood try to dismiss.
They say that true love comes straight from the heart of gold…
That place where God dwells, that’s where I am told…
Whoa! Where am I?
Am I rising? Have I fallen?
…into love perhaps?
I am happy right here,
although all I feel is my heart leaping,
and all I hear is my haggard breathing.
I am not in the least bit afraid
as I walk down the path that leads me to the crystal clear vision of your eyes,
projecting an image of radiant splendor from your tranquil spirit.
Your eyes pierce my adamant exterior and investigate my mind…
Your presence takes precedence in my life daily.
And when I gaze at you,
my breaths take haste
and my heart begins to run the race…
of my life.
On your marks!
And from the starting blocks it explodes.
You are the finished line.
So right now, I welcome your love.
You are spring time to the infinite power…
with the magnificence of 10 million monarch butterflies!
Your love plays sweet melodies within my heart,
and have settled the score…
and has soothed this savage beast, forever more.
James Siler 2012