my husband

Will You Hold My Hand


the moonlight 

the stars bright

the adventure

of whats to really venture


nervous and blindfold

more like

scared and not bold


releasing tension

letting what go be suspension

for future smiles

dumping and deleting old files


staring into space there

your voice

soft not for scare


hold my hand 

cringed and nervous

held the warmth and happy surfaced


never new

that one hand so willing

could offer

a life so fulfilling


a heart so soft

a hand so willing

a voice so inviting

a piece so fitting


hold my hand

im nervous too...

6 months later

i welcome you

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Branded Man, what else could i even say at this point....documented date.... 28-june-2014 . . . .2:00 A.M.

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Blood in my Ink

I danced to his enchanting ballet,
with a temptation so delicious,
it began beckoning me.


No refrain in his heart could be traced,
his soft sighs vibrated, slipping into my mind,
luminous moonlight exposing my chase.


Although I was not suggestive, I could not hide.
He became the moon, shining forever in my eyes,
his pace was slow, yet delightful.


His smile, enriched my soul with his mere shadow,
compelling me to taste his scarlet lips,
becoming an enchanted new experience.


Now the blood within my ink,

is known as my personal eclipse,
the moon became a candle to my soul,

bringing memories of ecstasy forevermore.

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Camelot thet say is perfect, it's a place they call so fine

but I have found my Camelot, in the man that I call mine

for my heart keeps soaring upward, flying higher than the sky

and I know that I will love him, till the very day I die


Tis this place also that's perfect, for it's wild and free and green

it's a gentle breeze that's blowing, on a day calm and serene

It's a place that I'll come bact to, and  I'll miss it when I'm gone

It's the place where Phillip's living, and is now my second home


It's the days if perfect quiet, with the evening fire ablaze

it's the times that we sit talking, at the ending of the day'

It's the time when we are sleeping, with your arms around me tight

it's the times you say,  I Love you, which makes everything alright


Oh, it's Camelot here with you, and it's here that I would be

it's the place that I call home now, and your love for it, I see

It's the place that you hold very dear, this place beneath the sun

and I see the man, his home place and his love, all rolled up into one


They say, home is where the heart is, and it's here with you right here

It's the laughter and the loving, and the things that we hold dear

it's the cauliflower soup that simmers, and the home made whole wheat bread

it's the fishing, the casino's and our tea and toast in bed


It's the hardship and the problems that we've shared along the way

and neither heart ache's or petrayal's dim the love I have for you today

for it's stronger than the granite in the quaries oh so near

so just lean on me for strength and comfort, you will always find me here


Don't let lonliness engulf you, and don't worry, 'bout stupid things that other folks have done

and please never feel  forsaken, for you are my only one

just turn your thought's toward me, for you know you hold my heart

and we'll sleep snuggled close together, even tho we're far apart


Oh I miss you so already, for my life won't be the same

and you know I'll always love you, come the sunshine or the rain

our love's a thing of sacred beauty, and I'll always hold  it dear

it's Camelot called Michigan and you always being near














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My Man

I know I'm still in love because...
When I sleep alone I still reach for him,
When I wake up I long to see him,
When he talks I love to listen to him.
I know he was meant for me because...
I still laugh at all his jokes,
He gets me on so many levels,
When we embrace it just feels right.
He is my husband, and my friend...
I am his forever to the end...
When I close my eyes tonight
I'll thank God for every night
With him...
My love...
My man.

Brandy Noelle Souza

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to my husband

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