Under The Umbrella

For an enigma

Enigma what is this word?

What does it mean?

What is it like knowing what you desire in someone may be so far away?

Yet it is so sweet.... You can never be mad at it.

Though seeing their ways in person would do you so good, but for now inside I worship her sign and ways.

While I see this so call love some think they have.

I scream.

Not in rage, but in wishing...

Do you know what it is like to see someone's name on your heart, or screen?

Where you wish it would jump off the page.

Just to see them, and all their grace

To know what it is like to feel their essence.

Maybe to see that they are real, and you know that they are.

Although I am a fan of all kind, but I love a quiet gesture.

;) (wink)

To know the truth rather I am frost bitten which I am.

I guess I just crave to one day see what lies beyond the pencil, and paper.

I guess I crave presence.

Your ways, and what you do.

Omnipresence.

What is a frown upside down?

It is her inner eyes that resurrects a hurting soul inside.

With the true term known as a smile.

With innocent ways that is worth a long while.

Rather its a state, or a hand full of miles.

I never seen good so lively.

That consists of words that makes you feel like you are worth something.

Such a beautiful soul. Gun's she has none. She is a rose.

“The sweetest child of our creator.”

“Of ours, but any guy would wish that she was theirs.

Wishing she was mine.

Behind every photo.

There is no rain.

Off her every word there is no rain.

She is our patella for the body.

The stormy weather comes. She is the umbrella.

How I wish I can one day hear her tone....

...Her voice

To take a trip in her head. To see how things work before words leap out of her heart. Before she makes a choice.

There was times I would talk about “Her” wondering where she can be?

In reality I feel that someone like this.... You.....Who knows me.

Could fit me.....

I am blessed that I met you.

I am happy that we know each other.

Words have parents.....

You are the mother.

You will get your good.

Cause you are always missed.

No matter what anyone says I will always be by your side till you tell me to go away.

You by me are always missed.

Like you, and your words...

They are freely spoken.

I am glad that you made our paths crossed.

Like you my words are true.

We/I love you Frost.

*When I first met you I knew that something was special. I could not put my hand on it, but all along it all was resting in your words.

To alot of us that you have helped. I believe that I am not the only one that feels this way.

*It will forever be the truth, and if this trail was to lead to Frost itself. I think alot of us would take it. I know I would ;)

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