Collection of honesty

His soul shines so brightly, His heart more precious than pure gold. T'was today that I realize, it was a loss to let him go. While I was holding some other man's hand, He watched with a torn heart but by my side he'd stand,  Ready to catch my fall cause he knew the boy was bad. Said he couldn't stand to see me sad when he found out it was over. I thought he'd be happy but he couldn't find satisfaction nor closure. He wish he could do more but he no longer desired to be the knight in my wars. "This train has left a little, I hope you understand. It wasn't the easiest thing, watching you leave with another man." We're still friends, aren't we? What more could I ask for. We can't change the past, regardless how much we deplore.  He clamped my hands between his palms and assured "I could've given you everything." But what's the point bringing up the past of something that turned into nothing. ...

There's so much to share, too little time. All at once takes away all the beauty, Maybe this is how it's meant to be. He'll know and feel love just not through me. I wish, If I could I'd show him so patiently. I'll wrap his arms to my waist to break the uncertainty. Damn all these blurred lines, I'd rather he be mine. But that's all fantasy, a silent reverie of the mind.  It's arduous not to touch him, not to give into one embrace.  He never said those important words, But it doesn't matter it's always been present in his presence, or absence nonetheless. There has never been such consistency, never been so admired. Treats and feeds me like a real lady or a queen. And when I'm not beautiful, he sees a higher beauty. Something natural, something even I don't see. Like a king with wings that protect me, His bona fide tenderness play songs strumming on heartstrings. Yet there's no way he can hold me, Too soon I'll ...

Love is like art, It's not from the bodies, But straight from the heart. To everyone no matter what sort, Without labels without tort.