Love, The Riddle Itself Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Can love's eyes,
Buoyant these tears afloat?
Flowing down the sea of emotions
Balanced upon joy
As goose bumps form upon a brighter tomorrow

This heartbeat,
Can it be tuned to the sound of love?
So hard to feel something,
that is so use to being left out in the cold
But no matter what, I have always felt this very heart,
No matter where it has been or will ever be
I have always felt it for better or worst

Deep within this mind
Reasons battle doubts
Doubts battles reasons
Striving to get a hold of myself
And these helpless romantic ambitions
As they fade into the darkness of loneliness

These tears, Please save them
Towards solace waters like never before

This heartbeat
Please never let it skip again

This mind
Be the beacon of light upon it's ponderings

These scars remain
Mend them with care
Cleanse every inch of these doubts
Show me the way of trusting towards promises fulfilled

Upon this lonely existence
I cherish every bit of these love prospecting dreams

Do I cease to play the part of an ideal lover?
Do you know the true essence of this heart, mind and soul?

I am not ideal by the current social ideologies of looks, I know
Perhaps I am beautiful in more ways than you could of ever imagined


Love, When will you stop overlooking me?


Loudly ringing in these ears
I cannot stop from hearing
That I am no type if any type at all

Yet, This moment will pass
And I will be seen/felt for who I truly am
Love? Something tells me that you are not so far away

I am no type, I am beyond being labeled anything!
Love, You deserve me, You deserve me indeed

Love, I will always be hopeless in your romance
As long as hope is always there for me!



6/28/12