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What is love without kindness?
It's empty promises spread out over time
That lead to nowhere
Love always, Esha <3
Are you still there?
After all this time…
I believed that you left our dreams by the waste side
I was under the impression
That you had forgotten the outline of my face
Locked in a different time
Dictated by the contradictions of an unknown place
It’s good to see that the impression of my love
Is still on your mind
Still… I’m surprised
That your heart wasn’t capsized
And captured by another
Years later, you see me as a friend and former love
For that reason and so many more,
I wish you well
I want you to have more friends than you can count
And more stories than you can tell
You deserve the moon, stars and the night sky they sit in
Because your kindness is indicative
Of a person that should always win
So despite our separation,
I’m pulling for you
I want to see happy and healthy
While in pursuant of a good life
Never settle for a person that’s not treating you right
Because your wild ex-girlfriend said so!
Love always, Esha
Pull on loose heart strings
With a sigh of your voice
Through the tilt of your head
Via a weepy look in your clear eyes
Only you...
Can make hard shoulders slump forward
While rigid arms give way for a much needed hug
And that’s why I love you
Love always, Esha
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Take me to your island
Where I can bask in the sweet sun
Swing in the night breeze
And frolic until my work is done
Just breath easy
No expectation for the anticipation
Of conversation
In truth, I want to rest
Experience joy, peace and happiness
No hurt in my voice
No ache in my chest
An end to the shakiness of breath
Where is the curve in the rainbow
Does it wait for me?
In the midst of this craziness
Can a misunderstood soul
Discover the bedrock of tranquility?
Sleep anxious body
Lay down your nervous flesh
You’ve held on long enough
Too tired to be emotional
Too emotional to be tough
So take me to your island
Where I can bask in the sweet sun
Swing in the night breeze
And frolic until my work is done
Twist and turn on a path outlined by cleared foliage
It leads through the bush
To a shoreline that sore soles need
Play in the warm sand
Drip excited toes in refreshing water
Afterward laugh and smile
Forget my troubles for a little while
This is my day to be free
Live with comfort
Wind down with ease
The ebb and flow of palm trees is a sight to behold
They gave pause to a worried mind
And silence to a complex feeling
Their leaves shift from side to side
Yet the bark stands tall
Love always, Esha
Ball up your fist and punch. You anticipated the arrival of this moment all your life. To fight for what you believe in. To stand on the battlefield of dreams. To shed sweat, blood and tears on the ground that will determine the outcome of future generations that have yet to set eyes on the world as we know it. So give it all you got. The struggle is spiritual but the aftermath is impossible to quantify.
Love always, Esha
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Time to reflect is a wonderful phenomenon. There is no perfect person. No absolute moments of triumph. In battle, the conqueror defeats the conquered but no matter the gains of the victor both sides suffer the loss of causalities. But abundant happiness lives in the wilderness for the lovers of peace.
The terrain of barren land is the desolate stretch that blessed and bitter people walk alone. We live with the prospect of anticipation while dragging our tired soul through moments of shock and disbelief. But the heart is ever wandering when there is a vacancy of love and trust. How do you turn a corner when civil conversation ends? Will you show the same grace and mercy to an enemy that you give to a friend?
Let your pearly whites shine in the brilliance of day. You are the strong tides breaking over sharp rocks. Hope is a thing with feathers and it takes flight every time you give optimism a chance. Even if you believe that it may be returned. Because faith is the belief in the unseen. And when all is said and done it feels better to know that the unblemished Lamb slain for our sins is in charge of everything.
Love always, Esha
