Nahal

I feel like I'm in a trance, I'm in a daze. I have never felt this way, not in a million years. this girl sets my heart afire and no one else is to care. No one else matters, no one else dares. I see the flowers of the past die, and the new ones bloom for eternity. She makes me want to forget everyone of the past, every evil ex, every person I've ever known. She makes me scared to grow up and but brave to be a man. She is the cure to my heart, the mason tto my stone. She chips away effortlessly, with a smile and a grin. Her teeth radiate like the the sun to me. Her eyes laugh like a child. Her hair glistens in the rain, and her walk makes fresh gusts of wind. I met a girl once, or should I say, she met me. Maybe we met each other at the same time. Somehow, one day, while stalking on facebook, befor that was a fad, before that was a word, I met a girl, who's smile was of the stuff dreams are made of. I added her, not thinking of it much, just trying to find a pretty girl. But her creativity, her inability to be smug, the thousands of pictures and I only saw the ones, where she was prettiest to me, or that's all I remembered. One day I got her number, and she was to be coy. She played hard to get, too hard for the mexican boy. I wanted to get to know her, but her heart wouldn't let it be. So I had to overcome her, and I had to make her see. I was the one to cure her ills, the one to meet her needs, so I kept texting for a ressponse, for something to make her see me. it was two and fro, just a playful dance, until onne day I came back from mexico, and made quite a stance. i said I was back, and she asked me from where, I said from the motherland, and I hated to leave there. we stroke up a bit of banter, and banter lead to a talk, a talk lead to laughter, and laughter lead to thought. Who was this boy, she wondered, and I wondered, who was this girl, but I knew something was to be discovered, and a passion began to unfurl. Again and again I asked her to meet, but "next time" she did plea, until once I asked for ice cream, and she agreed to see me. I was frantic of what to do, tried not to remind her of her decision, least she come to her wits, and find an excuse to bail, and see against her intuition. I didn't know if it was intuition that allowed us to meet, but I like to think so, and in that I succeeded a great feat. We had funny banter, and nervousness at times, but it sparked into something interesting, and soon we read each others minds. I kept her up past her bed time, but it certainly was worth the wait, and I thought of her all the while home, and kept thinking how it was great. I didn't know shew was upset, and still avoided me from time to time, but our text we invigorating, and kept me fresh inside her mind. Baseball games, and natural sun tans, and pictures of our breakfast, you think we were best friends forever, but it was love that crept up steadfast. A night at the beach was a sweet moment for two, but we could not kiss, neither dared follow through. It was that time of feeling you hated to keep secrete but just wasn't sure. But a feeling I needed to make sure was time tested and pure. I wasted countless nights on others, and never gave them a test, but this girl I knew was something, and worth the effort, none the less. Then finally one night, when no one was home, I took her up to my room, and told her she returned my poem. The type of speech you speak when you have an expression to say, and I'll admit hate, hurt and greed kept it locked deep away. For those too many I hurt, and the many who hurt me back, it wasn't worth a damn in my mind to even talk back. I didn't want to love, I couldn't remember what it was like, i wanted to feel numb, I forgot what it was to treat a woman right. Until you came along, with luscious eyes of brown, you've become my Persian Godess, my lovely queen, and royal crown. i want to honor you in the day, want to honor you at nite. i want to want to be your shinning armor, i want to make all your past wrongs right. For you make my past no more, my present becomes more stunning, because you're heart paves my new path, I no longer feel like i'm running. My fears at at my heals, I stomp them instead of run. You make me pick up the olive branch for others, you make me forget about the gun. The path to life is love, I had forgotten that was true. The path to happiness is peace, and the happiness is you.