Beauty and Brilliance
By Desmond Robinson
She’s Brilliant… The Study Of Living Organisms Is Actually Her Major.
However, The Chance Of Me Gaining The Affection Of Such A Beautiful Young Woman, Seems Quite Minor.
But Alas, One Can Hope, Pray And Definitely Dream,
I Beseech You, Like An Athlete To A Coach, PLEASE Put Me On Your Team.
From The Moment She Entered, Her Smile Radiated And Filled The Room.
She Is The Loveliest Of Sights, Bringing Much Needed Joy From Gloom.
Her Appearance Is Modest, Yet Breathtaking At The Same Time. So She’s Definitely One Of A Kind.
Like Sulfuric Acid, Somehow She’s Burned All Memory Of Any Before Her, Completely From My Mind.
What Is Chemistry, But The Complicated Science Of Dealing With Interrelationships And Reactions.
To Have Her In My Life Beyond This, Even If Only As A Friend Would Give My Heart Complete Satisfaction.
Another Word For Chemistry Is Rapport.
So I Wish To Convey That It’s Her Whom I Adore.
Her Smile
By Desmond Robinson
I see it in my sleep, and it stirs up all kinds of feelings. To obtain this treasure, one could find himself in all sorts of dealings. By the time I awake, it’s caused me to be inspired. If being a recipient of this is a job, I hope that I’ll be hired. Sixteen-hour shifts, seven days a week, I’ll put in extra overtime in order to gain what I seek. Because it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before, it’s truly unique. The radiance, the beauty, its entire aura has me weak. This thing I desire is grand and splendid, once I’m able to finally obtain it, I’ll be the happiest of any of its previous recipients, as intended…HER SMILE.
Border Of Love
By Desmond Robinson
She never merely just crosses my mind. How could she, when she is already an ever-present inhabitant of my heart? She has stealthily breached my well protected border and infiltrated the depths of my soul. Now her status is solidified, she’s become a permanent resident and lawful citizen. There is absolutely NO IMMIGRATION, OR DEPORTATION. She has Diplomatic Immunity to reside forever, in the welcoming community of my heart!
Soothing Frequency
By Desmond Robinson
It’s 12 P.M. on a beautiful Friday afternoon. As I lay on this bed my mind is totally consumed. Thoughts of death, loss, and regret have caused my heart to suffer a massive wound. Happily, however, there is a contrast to all this gloom. Thoughts of her throughout each day and night fill my heart with equal parts joy, hope and aspiration. She is the only medicine to treat what ails me. Her sweet voice is the balm which soothes my pains and aches. Like a song on repeat, over and over the melody of her frequency causes me to run to the phone. Yes, aspiration; as I wholeheartedly aspire to become hers and make her mine. I’m hoping she’ll understand that I’m truly one of a kind. Praying and hoping, that she’ll see me as worthy of her time.
Music To My Ears
By Desmond Robinson
Even the mere mention of her name is soothing, like music to my ears.
Thoughts of her still warm my heart, after all these years.
I can still remember the warmth and softness of her touch.
O if only she knew that I loved her so much, very much.
Back then I didn’t fully appreciate, nor value her embrace.
Now, my one and only desire is once again to have a taste.
I’ll never let go, if I ever get her back in my grasp.
Our bond will be unbreakable, forever to last.
She remains always and forever close to my heart.
So much so, that all I long for is a fresh start.
If loving her is wrong, you know I don’t want to be right.
She’s got a hold on me, because I find myself softly uttering her name in my sleep at night…
Freedom… Freedom… Freedom.
Forbidden Love
By Desmond Robinson
I saw her today, and immediately my heart skipped a beat.
I couldn’t just sit there I had to get up out of my seat.
So very happy, yet nervous, I need to tell her how I feel; she deserves it.
Then I was perplexed and couldn’t figure out exactly what to say.
How can I tell a stranger I want her to be mine, and to never go away?
Explaining how I get excited at the start of each new day.
Just for the thought and prospect she’ll come walking my way.
Suddenly doubts kick in, and I start second guessing myself.
I need to consult Casanova and refer to Romeo and Juliet for help.
Like theirs, sadly it’s a forbidden love I must say.
And like the Montagues and Capulets,
I’m supposed to stay away.
But everyone knows that I’m hardheaded, yes it’s a known fact.
So me obeying that stupid rule, like Kodak picture that.
The next time I see her, I’m gonna be honest and keep it real.
I’ll finally follow my heart, using skill to tell her how I feel.
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