trust gained, connection built,
physically, mentally, emotionally, and even spiritually...
Constantly lost in her eyes, on this pilgrimage to her soul.
Baptized in her emotions, she washed a new me.
No longer scared of commitment
I used to say no to the kneel
but she’s deadly, she could kill
No way to Moses this relationship,
no way to split us apart.
Her heart, my heart, they’re never apart.
Side by side, they traveled the ark.
Used to question love & the art of it,
I thought it was becoming a lost art, that I was done with it.
But she came with her tools & got me back on track
Bob the Builder, Picasso, this love was abstract.