I am an imperfect man. and she has a beautiful perfect transparent heart of which she lets me hold in my rough hands.
Her heart is warm to the touch never cold, for inside of it it's full of fire, a fervor for life I see burning bright, for her heart is made of the most pristine glass I see through it clearly to the flickering flames within that dance and dance always before my eyes.
Yet I am flawed, and my seeing leaves me sometimes blind at the warmth and wonder of her heart I hold in my hands.
I wish her heart to never break nor the one to be the cause of the breaking.
I hold it delicately lest to crush it, yet not too firmly for it to slip from my hands I hold it with a willful assurance of self as I marvel at the magical glow that pervades from within.
Her glass heart is stronger than it seems, more than she even knows. Tougher than any Titans mighty blows could wrought asunder.
Her glass heart's unwavering transparence mesmerizes my eyes, for it is true, so very true straight to it's core. and beckons for me to hold it for all the rest of my days.
Which do you prefer to be?
The Adored or the Smitten?
Why, as the Adored must come
all the rewards,
Eyes upon you, an audience
numbering from one to one million.
Hell even the right one can pour it on thicker
in one mere moment than a million.
How can you lose. How can you not see
all the pleasure that brings?
As the Adored are you ever bored?
The Smitten have always outnumbered
They keep coming and coming and coming.
Literally they may be coming.
But in all seriousness,
let's just hope they don't knock upon
your door as they can get quite obsessive I have heard.
Gift upon gift, upon gift, just to catch a peek
perhaps to see, if what they they sent
It does, Oh , it's divine!
Oh, by the way I also like the white
But the Smitten, oh the Smitten,
they have their dreams
manifested in flesh, and a smile,
and words that are just for them.
Oh, the attention....it's everything.
To be seen, to know you affect their
life in that one small moment
To possess the power to push it
up or down.
They are allowed to live within the life of the Adored, sitting at
the edge of them, just a hair's width away
from their every movement.
Keep those compliments coming though,
never wary for the Adored do get bored
as do the Smitten.
It's a transaction, a give and take.
A take and give.
Did you think you were Special?
You the Adored, do you think you are truly treasured?
You the Smitten are you truly charmed?
Do you think you see them as they truly are?
If in this life we flow from Give and Take
what is ever truly real, what is ever truly fake
if all our dealings are ever based upon
by Philip Wardlow, August 31st 2022
If I didn't have her in my life
I would be less than
My days would be dim,
and my smile would be less inclined.
I would know loneliness,
I would know isolation
and I would cry the fool every night
of my life if I didn't have this woman
to hold on to when
all the world swung from wrong to
right and back again.
She's a sweet one, my woman,
she's a handful to, but she's
grabbed a handful of my heart
will all the strength she has in
her, and I don't feel her ever wanting
to let go anytime soon.
If I didn't have her in my life,
I would ask the Universe why
But I don't have to ask that question.
Because she's right here,
right now, in my arms.
By Philip Wardlow Aug 22nd 2022