Dearest daughter of all daughters, beautiful apple of these eyes
It is with much longing that I write you through blurred words and lines.
My transgressions and digressions and diversions are allayed
That you may hurry to me quickly that my heart not lose its way.
In the darkness, I whisper loudly wherein my thoughts I’m most at home.
In the light, I scream in silence therein the crowds I’m so alone.
Calamities and tragedies, if advance me to you then I embrace
These forty lashes and weeping gnashes just to finally caress your face.
Impatience does not become me, but then neither does your void
Deficiency of you and me has made me apprehensive and annoyed
Yet I repent this near lament for you are worthy of a finer muse
And that I’m stuck on temporary, well, there’s really no excuse
True love waits in haunted attics and the most unlikely of all spans
Dearest bride, begin this circle synonymous to our unbroken hands
Strangers, suitors, lovers, and less that may delay our rendezvous
Have mercy on their souls, dear Lord; I commit their souls to you
I will rub your tired feet and rest your weary head upon my breast
I will hear your unfiltered thoughts and massage your much-neglected neck
I will say, “I do” and do I will and will do what you will
I miss you, need you, want you, plead that soon you be revealed
Dearest heart, I save the best I am and the man I have yet to be
That I might carry you over the threshold and consummate what is we
I intercede now for the seeds of those unborn and already here
To bounce our babe upon my lap or to show our teen how not to fear
Firmaments, expanse, and destiny declare it’s written before its played
Before seeded in the womb while being fearfully and wonderfully made
Dearest Love, come to me quickly, tarry not I do implore.
One day I will look in you deeply saying, “He encontrado mi amor.”
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* While this piece (originally published August 8, 2006) has a romantic beauty about it, it was written one Saturday evening at the realization of a bitter loneliness that I was experiencing at the time. The original title in my journal was “suicide note” but I figured that to be a bit dark for most people’s sensibilities. I renamed the piece to more positively address the woman who I have yet to meet, who may one day be my Wife.
tomeekha says:
Wow, this one is really nice, Kenn.
Really nice. I’m sitting here all in a daze.
Asabi says:
this may be my favorite thus far. “tu amor vendrá pronto” and what a lucky woman she will be 🙂
Shannon says:
…very nice…
Kayla says:
His Frightened, Not-So-Secret, Admirer
For most of my life, I’ve wanted to suppress the Beyonce to my Sasha Fierce, the Dr. Jekyll to my own Mr. Hyde…the Clark Kent to my Superman.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve needed to be the entertainer, the healer, the savior. Now I’m sensing that’s just because I’ve long needed someone to save me from myself.
I want to tear down the wall once & for all. I want to stop hiding my fears & insecurities behind sarcasm & my latest hustle. I want to acknowledge my imperfections & know that I will be loved all the same.
Standing before me is a man I believe is ready, willing & possibly even able, to peel back the layers. Get to my core of vulnerability. Maybe even save me. So why am I scared???
I’m afraid as crap of putting my heart on the line – naturally because I’m afraid of being hurt. But if I’m afraid of being hurt, aren’t I afraid of being loved?
Yeah, I tried that already. Was taken to the emotional bank of love and robbed of every penny I had. Maybe I should write Congress to petition a bailout for my heart…
God, I need you. Need you to save me from my fears & painful memories. Need you to fill my life with the maturity to forgive. Need you to surround me with people who won’t try to tear down my wall, but instead walk around it to free the scared little girl in me…
And oh yeah…God? Would you see to it that he always desires to draw more than he writes?
Shaneka says:
wonderfully enchanting.
Tatiana says:
I love this:
“I will rub your tired feet and rest your weary head upon my breast
I will hear your unfiltered thoughts and massage your much-neglected neck
I will say, “I do” and do I will and will do what you will
I miss you, need you, want you, plead that soon you be revealed”
🙂
Kim Robinson says:
I Love this Kenn , I was reading this as I was thinking about my future husband where ever he may be.
suraya says:
Thought this to be interesting. So many people (men and women) feel this way but do they ever get their husband/wife?