The Key...

Here i sit, motionless and contemplative surrounded by water almost as clear as my feelings for you; more peaceful than white sandy beaches and sea star sandwiched mangrove roots is my mind when I picture your shimmering smile. The intricacies of your being, the way your bangs curve like minor wake; your dainty hands extending out to me, sea lettuce pertruding from the shallow sea floor. Your smooth cheeks sit like fair clouds, your eyes curious enough to send gusts of wind to and through me. Three days, years, and still i'm captivated by your mysteriousness, your reclusivity. And when i'm not captivated, i'm deterred, frustrated. Your blue skies and fair waters are my perfect storms and monsoons. I am dying to pursue you as passionately and properly as possible, but "no wake zones" surround you. I am a speed boater, and you a sailor. End of story. Or is it... The winds, both of love and of sea,are ever-changing, unpredictable winds. The tides, whether high or low, never disappear. If anything, realize this: your river, despite the twists and turns, the meandering or wandering, will always lead

...To My Heart

JbP