The Patient Kind (won't let me give up)

              I am the patient kind of man so my patience won't let me give up. When we communicate with a true understanding of words, nothing else can be so supreme. It's true when they say that you'll block your blessings, by not being in the right state of mind. Just by blending knowledge the fonder we will grow as one with our souls, while our eyes dance with curiousity. Each spoken word turns our corresponding thoughts ear into plush pillows. Softening blows. After a short war of life outside the front door, inside your sweet incouraging voice could ignite new energies within me. By the life load are my most intriguing feelings for you, filled with possibilities and happiness. It would be wise to count every blessing bestowed. Never missing the water 'til the well runs dry. I'm not into being your fool, so don't play me like a piano. Together we must support one another and from the yolk within, we'll dwell. Just a sweet giving hug would let me know everything's going to  be alright. Being in love is constantly bringing out the best in a loved one. Love by itself is like the score in a tennis match. It would be wise to maintain an unconditionality about yours. Because the kind of man I am, my patience won't let me give up.




                                 Sir Lancelott