Letters to Dandelion by Xve Read Free Book Online

where sights are
    unseen, thoughts are unprocessed
    and words are gone unmentioned,
    I forgot a fourth integer.
     
    If, being also a place, where
    the smallest door, can drape
    and empty canvas, to which
    may unfold a whole new picture
    of life, onto which we both may paint.
     
    Thus, as I opened my palm to
    her, with what little I am and
    what minute I have to offer, my
    heart burst full of fuel enough
    to take Her, I and her Children,
    to a brand new world.
     
    One of rest, success, Happiness,
    laughter, love, security and
    togetherness.
     
    Why would I lie? When I have
    already put it, right here, right
    now, in writing for all of the
    museum of life to witness.
     
    Could the courts not use this decree?
    To pursue the plan stated?
    No need. I never planned to default
    the deed of my love for her.
     
    I extended my reach, before
    her weary, yet Angelic face.
     
    I offered my hand, with the
    knurls of my fingertips
    eagerly anticipating the
    warmth of her own touch
    to encircle my own.
     
    My eyes grew wet with tears.
    A smile turned up for a small
    second –
     
    then my heart sank like a stone,
    as from my hand, her grip –
    slipped.
     
     
     

The Reach – ll
     
    I want to stretch out my
arm,
    and reach for your hand
–
    So when our palms meet
    and our fingers land,
    into a knitted hovel
    of love.
     
    Knowing that your touch
    is an extension of your
beauty,
     
    Believe me –
    my reach, would be for
you
    only.
     
    For I could never
imagine
    being without you.
     
    But, my reach, falls
short.
    Because I’m always the
one
    reaching out, and you’re
    the one running about.
     
    I hate to say –
    I want.
    Because no one seems to
    care about that.
     
    I hint that I would
like,
    which is more subtle
    than direct.
     
    It just feels so
perfect,
    but so many things I
never know.
     
    I lost you for 6 months.
    A monsoon of tears I’d
often
    daily cried.  
     
    I was reaching out for
you then,
    but the reality of the
situation
    soon set in, and to me
did not lie.
     
    I am just a man. A flesh
and blood
    human being –
     
    I am full of love for
you, this is
    something I hope that
you are
    seeing.
     
    Please baby –
    I’m reaching,
    I’m hoping,
    I’m trying,
     
    I’m dying – to be the
one
    who loves you daily.
     
    Please, all I ask, is
that you
    just don’t play me.
     
    I’m not rich, or made of
money,
    But if you became mine,
then
    nothing could stop me –
    from claiming glory, of
any
    new story
     
    We could both write to
summarize
    the tale of our love in
our lives.
     
    I would love to reach to
you, to
    place a ring on your
finger –
     
    I would love to reach to
you, to hand
    to you, or take from
you, our daughter.
     
    I would love to reach to
you, in the coldest
    part of the darkest
night –
     
    I would love to reach to
you, to keep you
warm and safe, and do things for you right.
     
    My hand is open,
    my heart is open,
    and though it is
    easily broken,
     
    I love you so much –
    That it is worth the
pain
    from the reach.
     
    Why can’t we both agree,
    That is we could simply
    get past the small
issues,
    we might just be perfect
    for each other?
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Grave and subtle differences between Man and Woman
     
    Let me take you to a better
    place, he said, with a heart
    full of grace, as open and
brilliant as the new day
    sun.
     
    Let me be the one, who extends
    of himself, to bless you so you
    can rest and grow and learn to
    love.
     
    No, she said. I don’t need you,
    nor want you, I am who I am,
    and won’t bow to you.
     
    Bow to me? He replied, there
is no need. I want to put aside,
    all childishness and foolishness.
    I have long been in the pit, of
    lies and games and deception,
    my new mission, is to love
    someone, you, if you will allow.
     
    No, she said, I am in love with
    substance, and with circumstance,
    and I won’t take a