Like water for chocolate,
You’re mixed with sensuous ingredients…
Creating a substance of purity, with a beauty in its sweetest.
The Soul Goddess of love, with the truth in your eyes…
Releasing fluorescent blessings from the rays of your smile.
If I could stroll through your soul,
I would tiptoe with divinity…
Because a woman of your stature should be treated with gentleness & sensitivity…
See… beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,
And I see you as the root of all beauty –
The seed that produces my poet-tree,
And roses that blooms in the eloquent Spring.
It’s like water for chocolate,
There is no substitute for you.
You are the essence of the atmosphere that breezes beauty through & through…
And through the corridors of your soul,
I’ve learned your heartbeat by heart…
And it strums the stings of my heartbeat,
Causing the most beautiful chorus to start.
Your words are musical melodies, forbidding soft voices to die;
Melodies that vibrates in my memory,
Playing tunes in high-notes…
That makes me space float…
Can I call you Poetry Girl?
Or can I simply call you from a hilltop,
And listen to your name unlock the vaults of cloud banks that rain treasures over the world?
Well, damn…
Can I at least call you girl?
And listen to your voice send electric eloquence through my receiver…
As I receive a…
Telepathical feeling when in your presence…
And when touched by you I receive that exact electrical essence.
See, the words that I speak can merely blow in the wind,
Or in your memory become deeply rooted,
But remember this:
Like water for chocolate,
Your beauty can never be substituted.
Tha Prodigal One...