Dearest Man

I love everything about you. I love your mind, your heart and the way your broad shoulders were chiselled.      
     
Everything. There’s nothing about you that I don’t like.      
     
I love the way you pursue your dreams, and rise every time you fall. I love your passion for life, even when it wanes, and you feel defeated.      
     
Please know that it was never intended for you to be crafted in hues of cafard, and it pains me to see pain etched upon your face, and hidden behind those gorgeous eyes.    
     
I love the way you’re not afraid to cry, knowing that you have a soft place to fall and gentle kisses to nurture your wounded heart.    
     
Tears, are cleansing for your heart and soul. So please, don't suppress your sadness as that only turns into rage, and anger.    
     
I love your soft spoken words, and the belief in your own truths. I love the darkness that’s within you, as equally as the light in which you radiate.      
 
I love your scruffy 3 day growths, and the way you tickle my flesh with your gorgeous face.
     
I love the way you manhandle me to nurture my inner lioness, as equally as I love the gentleman that’s embedded within your inner faculties that shapes me as a lady.      
     
I love the fire in your belly and the love you have in your heart, about our art, beyond the bed of structured, and sometime, unstructured prose.      
     
I love the way you reach for me when you discover you have morning wood, and you need me to take care of you from that perspective.      
     
I love that you trust me to nourish you, when you feel at your most vulnerable.  
    
I live my life with no apologies, and I don’t care about the opinions of others, and I think you should too.    

The love I feel for you in my heart & soul draws me to a timeless place, akin to aevum.
     
When you feel as if life is fucking you over, just breathe… and let go of all the things you cannot change.      
     
Elevate yourself, by moving forward, and don’t get stuck in the human condition of suffering because life is fucking brutal.      
     
There’s no doubt about that.      
     
Just    
     
Don’t let go, and check out.      
     
It’s not easy but finding inner strength, and channelling your energy towards people who are capable of nourishing you, instead of depleting you, is where you need to be.    
     
Yours Faithfully    
Woman