Untitled Love

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first love

 I have never met a queen.
I have read fairy-tales of princesses,
In far away lands.

I close my eyes now
Attempting to capture
The reasons I miss you
In the same jar you used
To captivate all my senses,
This doesn’t make sense.

It’s the way
You catch my eyes,
Persuade them to your direction.
The way your eyes
Reflect heaven’s gate
And I am lost
In the depth of your eyes,
Drowning in their ocean of need.

It’s the way
You speak to me.
Your words prove you’re an angel,
Your mouth opens
And your native tongue is
Heaven’s language,
How often do you converse with God?

It’s the way
You hear me.
Your eyes are an open tunnel
Leading straight to the soul.
You hear the sighs
Between my heartbeats,
And I hear the possibility
In your love.

It’s the way
You touch me.
Hold me in your wings
And refuse to release.
The way
You cradle my heart
An infant in your care,
Your touch is a pregame to God’s hugs.
Your smile
Is the rising sun’s painting
Rising in your wake
Setting in my heart.
You are god’s child
His angle
I’m sure he misses you
Like I do.

I have never met a queen
But I have finally met,
A princess.

©Paris “Chi” Butler, “Untitled Love”. 2012