Dear Ana Poem by Leonard Dantzler

I can’t fly, I’m not a hero, nor am I made of steel, but some how you make me feel like Superman. You plead for me to come home and I send your cries to fate in the hopes that the next year will be my last away from you. I regret the kiss I didn’t take so now your lips taunt me w/looks of delectability. Days w/o you are sickening, nights are just of pain. I’ve yearned for no one in such the manner in which I have for you. There is no Replica for You, No Replacement for the One I long for.

If I could Fly, I’d only fly to you. If I was a hero than I’d be your Savior. And If it is you by my side, than this love is all the protection I need.

You seem like an Angel w/the Devil’s smile, Devastatingly Beautiful. The shiny apple w/the bitter core and I would gladly indulge you to the seeding, just to make you smile, just to watch you sweeten.

If my feet could stand it, than every muscle in my body would be geared toward you and home. Every time you cry I am pulled apart from my soul to skin and only your laugh can piece them together.

P.S.: I love the way in which you slumber, as if the day was hard on you, as if your pillow is your second safety. Do you hug it in remembrance of me?

I love You

Chuck W.