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Painted splashes of beauty in multiple interpretations…

A sculpture from God’s hands – to be man cherished within His plans…

And I stand admiring the glimmer that outshines the glow

Of two thousand suns and smiles – a thousand times

Blinding me in rays traveling in infinite miles…

Definitely definitive – you are…

And I mean not to intervene with your morals,

Therefore I stand afar…

Or even in between – the expectations of assumptions…

Because I’m well aware our age difference is overly consumed in assumptions…

Your librarian beauty is my consumption,

As I dwell in the stomach of love’s appetite…

I don’t want to sound presumptuous –

But I’m sure you’re the brightest star in the night’s twilight…

Midnight hour bliss – with a kiss as sweet as nectar,

I’m guessing…

Indigo-blue soul, like the shores on the coast of Heaven…

You are a portrait upon its canvas,

Whom every man admires fanatically –

A silhouette of an angel – eyeing daringly at perfection…

I come to you with no objections,

But with a question that compels the soul…

“If the two ages were remotely lateral, would the latter part of the future include growing old… together?

But I guess the weather isn’t always soothing…

At least not for a twenty-four year of age brotha, who is over taken by librarian beauty.





Tha Prodigal One…