A woman's beauty exists to admire. When you win heart with false promises you are a liar. Her desire is to have you till she grows old. She runs to her friends and tells them that you're more precious that silver or gold. She misses you when you aren't around. She cries everytime her feet touch the ground and finds you aren't there. When you walk out during a fight she remains scared, wondering if you'll ever come back. She holds you tight after you get slapped. Mapped is her soul to yours ever so great. The bond between you and her is fate. Sometimes she closes her eyes and can feel you near. As down her cheeks rolls a joyful tear. Clear is the thought of making you happy little does she know is her in your life that makes you complete. You wait for her text and calls to let you know that she still cares. She does the same to tell you that she wouldn't dare. Her eyes so beautiful you never want to watch them close. She stares at you to tell herself it's real. The day you kneel to place a ring her finger. That's the day she'll tell you how her feelings linger and never die. She wants love and care from you coz your her type of guy. You look up at stars holding her hand, she thinks it's your romantic plan. She doesn't realize you contemplate does the night sky look more beautiful that this girl with me on this date? Her hair falls perfect and you melt at her smile. The male ego kicks in and your serious face says I'm alright'. They say love stories are but only a myth, the tales of old were written real quick. This is but a story of the soul, embedded in my heart long foretold. Love stories do exist, with the person who you now miss. It was not her beauty or smile, body and kiss. Tis moments with her that I cherished. She and I were called fate. Sometimes I wonder of the existence of a soulmate. God is never cruel he is but kind, he did give me an cherubim to love once upon a time in my life. Well now your not mine but someone else's wife. 11 years 2 months to this day that's we parted ways. You regret all my masculine pride, I regret the decisions you made to let our love die. Now you want reconciliation for the past, while I wear my human mask. You have your family for your safety to abide. I have the mask for my scars to hide.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
