Kind Words

If I could with my very last breath I'd say,
That God did well when He chose her for me.
When He enclosed the globe and placed her pose closer to me.
When He made the mold that would grow into you, he added a dew drop of honey soul
and saccharine blackberries like coal
rich and fine.
Before time was time He gave her to me.
Aged her sweet meekness like private reserve, wine poured over a diamond.
My destiny was disturbed until I turned a curve
now all I have to say about her are kind words.

Rattling every molecule of misdirection, she would make you respect her reflection or ejection.
Speaking her mind at any time
Hand on hip
neck would wind
eyes would buck like "Who the... what you think this is?"
Tell you how you been told wrong,
but if I could I would sing her a song of kind words.
I heard how pain chased you through thickets of emotional strain.
How your trust was betrayed over and over again by birds that wouldn't fly straight.
Left alone to save face
but the situation left your reputation improperly portrayed.
Your spirit outweighed anything that could ever take up space.
The support system at home wasn't as strong as it needed to be.
So you went at life alone not knowing soon it wouold lead you to me.
and me on the other side with a huge head and false pride,
tried to hide my desires deep down inside.
I tried to fake true, and fell for you.
Fear made me shake loose from the breakthrough.
I tried to shake you.
Tried to shake you,
but amnesia wouldn't take you.
Time would rewind just to replay you in my mind.
Now every thought of you is kind.
It's not only me but every he or she that ever addressed the spirit you posess can say nothing less than kind words.
The deacons and preachers at the church
have nothing to say but kind words about you.
Learned speakers and assistant teachers shout proud about you like
HOW LOUD WOULD I SOUND IF I STOOD ALNOE IN THE BLEACHERS SCREAMING KIND WORDS?!
Perfect strangers that never knew the danger of getting cut up by you, have nothing to say but kind words because you are not the same girl.
You sat upon The Potter's wheel
you've let the fires burn you pure
it seemed like you had lost your soul
redeemed you came out gleeming gold.
A brazen beauty that angels envy, locks soft like snow.
My arms can hardly hold what heaven sent me.
Anger as hot as the Earth's core.
If you cried your tears are culpable to flood multiple shores.
Unlike any ever before.
I see her floating past satan's tricks, past his leagues of violent misfits and maniacal miscreants.
The definition of continuance, the description of discernment.
I'd enlist to gain admission, then petition to make her a permanent fixture in my life
a mixture of bright and night
how addictive is my chocolate delight.

You are like a dime in a world of pennies
a distinct design in a sea of many
I'd list each one of her flaws, if any.
I adore her more than plenty.
Much more than before, man she is the type you would leave your girlfriend for.
The type to get your ship caught up in a whirlwind but then
you are finding you prefer the touch of her hand, her stance, and her spin.
I'd tell her she was the coolest girl I know and although some might call me foolish I'd bury
the last ten years, my past and my fears
man she's the type you try to marry.
It's not a normal thing to make a man that usually has hearts in the palm of his hands
submit to his own weakness.
To have him drop his charm and quirky response to diabetically
suffer from your sweetness.
Palpatations of anticipation,
my heart is racing while I am waiting for you to
curl your lips from those pearly whites
feminine psyche soft and light
like the flight of the most exotic of birds
warranting various kind words like,
Life
you are
Like Love
you yield
you are bright
like stars
above
the fileds.
Lead a path to new life like three righteous wise and that light in the sky.

If sunshine were to take a bath the splash would be your laugh.
If you were a season my seed would need just a dash to be the sweetest.
If you were a season you would be in between the solstice of spring and heaven
just left of the window where God pours out blessings.
I am four years her senior but yet she expresses a more discreet demeanor.
An age older and the grey outweighs the darker shades but
you look at me with the youngest eyes.
Make me feel like a kid again.
Brand new and powerful like the first line of the scroll the old testament was written in.
An excess of tension, eyes tinting like violet.
My imagination goes sprinting but it's too private to mention
and too special to share.
Innocence must be preserved.
She is magnificent intelligence and I keep finding kind words
so I'll need more than a breath to express how I feel.
Like I need more than a pinch to test if she's real.
I would need a century of sheets to stockade our memories
of how she touched your life and how much she meant to me.
How she came and prayed for you
how she felt enough for us to tell us the truth.
What joy when she said I do
and she does
provide tides of love I would need a dyne of time to describe.
From our first meeting to a bleeding heart beating in my outstretched hand
leaving hurt and deceiving to a lesser man
and standing tall
man she was the reason for it all.
My mission now is to serve and to keep you smitten with the kindest words like
Life
you give
Like Love
you gain
at night
you live
above
the rain.
Preparing for a new day.

Every storm is just a test to draw the best from all of us
but the rest is to reflect where you are.
Leaves fall from the trees to worship at your feet.
Each snowflake attempts to impersonate your singularity.
So unique you confuse because when dudes see you, they stare at me!
Like "How he pull a chick like that?"
I might just answer how indeed
but trust it wasn't just me being me
It was because God allowed us to see underneath
to what He saw in us
to what He might call love.

You are a sunray on Sunday
a cool gust of wind
a glass flute of lust with a hint of sin
you just too much and I can't wait to give in
to the whims of my friend
and settle into that comfortable place where wounds tend to mend
and hearts tend to be safe
and the secrets we tell are locked with chains of lace
like the patterns in the veil I lifted from your face
and gently placed a kiss
I wouldn't have believed a soul if they had told me
this vision
of Hershey dipped bliss,
would be my misses
So I put emphasis on all my kisses.
If I could whisper
the kindest words,
then that's what this is.