Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Plucked Fruit
With the same meticulous inspection one would give fresh ripe fruit. So as 2 savor every indulging moment. Meeting someone that peaks your interest. Y'all lock eyes, then pick up the scent. Words are spoken and one baits the other. Given the depth of attraction, no obstacle too grand. Nothing can stop it, if the wanting is strong enough. One must conquer the odds and cross the rivers. Break thru barrier after barrier. Learn a little today and a little more the next time. One must constantly show & prove. Remebering the facts & acting on it. Paying attention; doing things 2 show it. Reading her art, wearing his fav color. Both equally put forth the energy needed 2 keep this cosmic connection spining on such an engaging axis. Appealing 2 the very nerves you tickled intially. Never losing your flair or fancy. Run & chase. Hide and play. Provided a reason to stay, its the authentic innocence of it all that must be maintained. Keep her, sweet keeper, she whispers. Takes balance. Courage to step outside your element. Reach beyond routine. Break habit, in order to discover what was sent forth. Blinded by business is usual and the seasons will soon change; leaving them both behind. Off in the corner of a museum of the mind. For they are young and rushed. Impatient and inexperienced. Not easily impressed or shaken. The are creatures motivated by success and not easily distracted. Will they tango around eachother and dance circles that drift them apart? Grow dizzy & distracted loosing sight of what attracted them in the first place? Perhaps like moths to a flame or thunder & lightening? You can have one without the other,but it is highly unlikely. Or will the young lovers figure this thang out before they miss out on the coicidence of a lifetime. Their engagement was not of a usual nature. A strange happening if you will. An occarance in rare form. Far from the average meeting, nothing like the norm. Question is...will these two realize how fortunate they are? Or will they ride off on two different stars?
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The "one" we let go always haunts us...
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