Essence of her love

What captures the soul? What makes your head focus on a goal so smart. Win her heart right from the start. Her beauty is the essence which makes things right, as you smile seeing how well she prolonged the fight. You find the magnification of her beautiful brown eyes. You make certain you catch every tear she cries. Her brown hair falls so gently upon her face. You watch her walk past you with such elegance and grace. The smile she has shows traces of love. She is indeed created by God above. The touch of her hands makes you tremble with desire, the whispering of the words 'i love you' takes you higher. She cannot fathom a life without you there. You losing her is what makes you scared. Her voice brings about a calm. Her love makes your scars dissappear like it was a balm. Your name on her lips and your touch on her palm. You leaving and never coming back is what keeps her alarmed. Your heart belongs to her and she feels love. She thinks having you she's blessed by the Lord above. Little does she know how fortunate you are to be. For you own the heart of a woman so beautiful that the gods marvel at their creation for all eternity.  Her hair on your face is lyrics to one's lips. The touch of her skin is like velvet to your fingertips. So to love a woman isn't easy, yet we don't really try. She isn't complicated, as long as you understand her without ulterior motives in mind. She can own your heart till the end of time.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Waves to a rock

Emotions are a key to every lock. You feel what you must with every ounce of blood that drops. Like waves to a rock it keeps growing, a beautiful woman asked me where do I see my life going? Well I have no emotions as I'm suffocated by struggle and pain. I look to the heavens I say why me again? Beloved is my misery, cherished is my agony, betrothaled is my sadness to my soul. I carry these burdens as I grow old. Cold is the feel when care and love is shown. Rendered speechless is my lips as my soul is not owned. Lone are my nights of desolation and coy. Her memories with my heart just toy. Several years gone by and she leaves me in the state of contemplation. My heart in a moment of complications. Persuasion of my sorrow and perusal of heart. Refusal to let her go is always a start, distressed is my favorite part of how I remember her near. Eradication of her memories leaves my soul in fear. As I remember her name as it lasts longest on my lips. I still remember the feeling of her hair to my fingertips.  My grip on reality yet I am left insane. These are the moments of my emotions leaving me in pain. The songs of love have left me speechless I have no more lyrics to rhyme. I fight for survival with the hands of time. The rain is a constant reminder of my sins that I can't wash. Her absence from my life reminds me of the heavy cost. My thoughts left lost and my heart astray. Gathered by her memories of everyday. So if apologies could make things right, you with you in my arms we'd lay. Apologies can't rectify a mistake and correct what's wrong. Rhythm from lyrics can't always make the perfect song.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Losing my grip

The voices in your head, give you unrest while I lay in bed. As her beautiful memories haunt, my emotions twiddle and taunt.  Her beauty always left me profound. I feel her presence all around, confounded are the emotions that course through me all the same, I seek the pleasure of having her in my arms once again. Guilty is the feeling that leaves me deranged, cluthing my heart I am once again estranged. My demons prick at my wounds that grow, her name on my lips is like poison but slow. It devours my self righteous pride. These moments eat me alive as I try so hard not to hold. I can still smell her hair even with my cold. Her love was my refuge, her care my strength. Her lips my toxication of a day well spent. We'd talk about how our lives would change as we grow old together.  We'd stay strong through the stormy weather. Like birds of a feather I'd also stick by you. The wind may be strong but the moments it would last was a few. I wondered what it would be like to place a ring on your finger, that's a moment I can only wonder about as the years linger. Love is an illusion that can't be altered in anyway.  Your heart was a prize for me to win everyday.  I seldom think about how I went wrong, I still miss singing you to sleep your favorite song. I miss the feeling of my fingers running through your hair. I did all I could to show you how much I care. Hold you close when the demons give you a scare. Little did I know that you'd be my past, I was too blind to see something so good won't last. Now I bask in my solitude,  while you raise a child. How I wish you were mine. Losing my soul was never easy to do. In every girl I meet I still seek you. I'm like a detective without a clue. If only I'd see if only I knew. I would have held on tighter and avoided letting you slip. I look in the mirror and find you not behind, I know I'm losing my grip on a soul that's dying and my mind.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Checkmate

She opens her eyes every morning to watch me beside her. The smile on her face with those sleepy eyes makes my heart skip a beat. She is the woman you love not just someone between your sheets. You kiss her forehead as she hugs you tight, she knows you're hers throughout her life and not just spending the night. She sits up in bed and ties her hair holds your hands in hers and says her morning prayers. Kisses you after as if to thank God he made you, little does she know you'll stick to her like glue. You watch her comb her hair as you stand by the door, take in how beautiful she looks so elegant with an angelic glow. Your heart beats faster as you know your in love, her beautiful brown eyes glitter like diamonds in a glove. She seems confused as to why you always seem to stare, she doesn't know how beautiful she looks through your eyes that care. The best moments in life is no matter how tired was my day leaving me glum and dimmer. She'd sit on my lap while I'd feed her dinner. That would be my incentive after a long day's work. Having her in my life was always worth. By birth I was lonely and timid mild as I grew older I turned boisterous and wild. My only remedy and my self proclaimed drug, I just couldnt get enough of her love.  What I failed to notice was something so real, my obsession towards her would bring me to my knees. She was perfect and I had my flaws, sometimes her heart left me in awe. So what I regret is the fact that she's gone, life is a game of chess and I made my moves a little too late. What good a king without his queen to save him from a checkmate. 

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My description of love

To describe the woman you love is the hardest thing to do.  Why do you love her is an answer to a question known to a few. Is it her on brown eyes or her beautiful smile. Is the moments you cherish with her till the end of time or only for a while. You look at her silently and admire her elegance and grace. You catch every tear that rolls down her beautiful face. Unworthy is the first thought of comparison that comes to your mind. Her love is never that hard to find, as it binds you speechless and leaves you in awe. Her hair you push behind her ear as you look into her eyes and hold her near. You ask her 'may I have this dance?' she obliges as you sway with her in this trance. She places her head upon your shoulder. Your arms wrapped around her as the room gets colder. The warmth in you heart let's her know you care. Her cheeks turn pink as she catches you smile as you stare. The glare from your soul pierces her eyes. As she knows she's you're miss right. No matter how big the squabble or small the fight. You're loving arms will hold her through the night. The moonlight shines bright as you hold her hand to watch the stars. You don't really mind the annoying horns of the passing cars. Her scars no longer visible as she is now healed. Before she rests her head  she does pray and kneel. She does thank the Lord for love so real. For her heart's desire are fulfilled by you taking it to steal. Some love stories are written by the past. Sometimes love is meant to last. Sometimes you find someone who takes off your fake mask. Sometimes love stands tall and steadfast. So to describe a woman you love is the hardest thing to do. Sometimes you can only show someone why you say 'I love you'. Actions speak louder than words. Her heart is to be cherished nurtured and she becomes free as the birds of the sky. She is the reason love will never say why.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

The day love beckons

The description of love is a prescription for the soul. You'll never want silver or gold, you'll always look forward to her beauty and smile. As her beautiful brown eyes leaves you speechless for a while. Her hand in yours as walk down the street,  her name on your lips as you prepare to sleep. You gain her love but her heart is yours to keep. You leap through bounds to give her your time. When she's not around you feel it a crime. You find a new excuse to show her you never missed her or care. Deep down inside at her grace and beauty you admire and stare. Like a snake to its lair, you protect her as kin. Even before she wears your ring. Her love your drug, her touch your hallucinations and her lips your sin. The moments together and on you remains the smell of her skin. Her thoughts stuck in your head like a softboard to a pin. She breaks your walls and makes you vulnerable from within. Your male chauvinism and ego and pride, falls to the ground with her mellow words. She makes you rejuvenate as she's that special girl. She spins your head around and around, you can't feel your feet touching the ground.  Bound by her heart you overcome everyday.  Looking forward to her love in every possible way. Her hair that flutters like a flag in the breeze, tis her heart's desires you wish to fulfill and please.  You then one-day have had enough,  you place a ring on her finger on one bended knee. Those are the moments you do cherish and pray. That your true love beckons like this someday.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My eternal flame

Her beauty so exciting and exuberant to my soul. I can want nothing but her in my arms to hold. Like diamonds I treasure her timeless desire. I seek her presence like wood to a fire, the higher I soar as an eagle away from its nest.  Her love,  in me brought out the best. The tests and obstacles I overcame never made me feel dire. I grow weary and my body does tire, she was my eternal flame and heart's desire. Like a wire to electricity we were well connected. I crave the look in her eyes as the sparkle I always detected. I chose to keep her heart and cherished her soul, she rendered me speechless yet made me feel whole. A girl with such beauty, elegance and grace. I did all I could to put a smile on her face.  I traced the tears that rolled down her eyes. She'd wish I was there to hold her when she cries. Precarious was my approach to calming her sane, baffled was my mind at easily she made me fall in love with her over and over again.  The only thing that made me feel alive was my lips to her forehead as I kissed her goodnight.  The smell of her skin made me feel right, the feeling of her empathy ended with a hug after every fight. They say love is a gift for anyone to receive, the heart is always the permission to do as you please. If I was her disease she was my drug. For the dementia wouldn't be measured by the Lord above. Strange was the feeling of connection when we were near. The disruption in the form of argument or fight when the distance between us left our relationship in a tangle. Our peace offering was her laughter that made my anger mild. A warm embrace in her brought out the child. See love is an illusion of the flaws you overlook, surrender your heart and you'd never get off that hook. So hold what you have dear to your soul, for one-day she will be there with you even when your love turns old.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks