sometimes, i hate the summers.

mainly because the weather alone restricts my love for you.

i mean, on top the the fact that all others could care less about us,

the weather is yet another reason that you won’t need to be held.

or want to be, because you’ll be warm wherever you are.

really, i love the summers because it makes me appreciate the winters…

when the weather is merely a constant reminder that you want to be held,

and then…you think of me.

but for all intensive purposes…we should create a climate.

one that soothes your senses and lures you into dimensions

that make the angles of your heart obtuse and of no use…

except to me.

a constant breeze to compliment your poise and support your strut,

but wraps you up with a sultry chill.

your aura exists in my life as a therapeutic lounge…

a calm place for my soul to chill,

and when your attitude increases the heat…

i lose my garments and harnest your agression…

allowing you to release those frustrations on me.

questions asked about my last love affair aint fair

because all you two share is a general love for words

but my love for you, doubles my amount for her, times two

so to sum it all up, theres an algorithm for us.

listen…

you’re more than a mention…your love so intense,

it had to be tagged with the word intensive.

inventive in existence…

more impressive by the minute,

molding my image of these women through the time we’ve been spending.

you create emotion that comes in color like painting,

you breathe life like birth comes from your lungs,

your voice fosters my wounds into the healing,

swindling my inhibitions into disposition.

you violate my vulnerability and push my passion to disposition,

paint a picture of pain to look like something it really isn’t

uplifter of my cloud and activist of recognition,

defended of my intentions and put a silver lining in it.

put simply…for everything you’re not,

you make me want to praise God for everything you’ve got.

you are the boldest component in a pit of polka dots,

accented by your innocence and unforgiving within your spot.

the Dalmatian coated, Queen who cultivates the block,

overwhelms a room and tests the function of clocks…

like if you told the clocks to spot, it’d take a second to consider…

and the minute that it denied your command,

you’d be already finished. 

what we’ve managed to start was created to surpass the need for an ending.

how incredible it is to be enveloped in something that craves to be developed,

screams to be renewed and fights to feel knowledgable.

i don’t even know if you know but you now are nearest to my purest of loves.

as seductive as kisses and as embracing as hugs,

as elegant as angel and rough as thug,

the answer to how you question my love is all of the above.

that makes you option A, B & C…

the seventh letter equals me…

so as for the 3 three letters in between,

they are DEF going to prepare you for me.

all in all, less is more and half empty could really be half full,

so if you offer me all of you, and less of them, then half of you is really more,

meaning…

the meaning behind that line is all the more significant and intricate than expected,

like you and i, and the you in my eye…the moment ours eyes connected.

for all intensive purpose & everything you’re not…

you’re amazing in ways and descriptive with words,

that some dictionaries don’t even got.

but take these words as a testament of my ambitious pursuit to capture the essence,

that is you…

and my as heartfelt attempt and plead,

is that you continuously be reminiscent of how your heart felt when you read this,

aka, the linguistic representation of my mind’s pleading to discover a definition,

that could land me any closer to the composition of your genetic makeup

and take up enough space to keep the makeup artists away…

as in those who are good at covering the blemishes they see as flaws and masking your beauty in all its glory…

because clearly…

and for all intensive purposes…i’m in love with everything that you’re not…

YET.