It was a cold, brisk day. Nightfall was upon the horizon. I strolled down the walkway towards a baron park. The park looked as if it has been around many generations. The park benches were rusted in a distinguished color clear to the solid ground. Keeping the park in existence, the figue, fig arbre leaves filled the surroundings like a flamboyant arc en ciel decorating the park. So bright, even in nightfall a person could find away through the darken park. Suddenly, beyond the benches, figue, fig trees, a young man stood steady as if withholding his emotions from the outer parts of the world. As, he adventured in my direction his figure suddenly became visual. So visual I could see his black-laced veste flapping in the wind, wind that didn't even exist just a short few minutes ago. Were did my thoughts escape to in order to drift astray from reality? Was this intriguing male figure capturing my thoughts? Because I was Lost in translation I didn't notice where the male figure was, suddenly vanished. Now, the figure was facing me, pulling me astray from my wondering mind. His starring, bright brown eyes captured me in a peaceful trance. His wondrous, soft voice broke the trance. He a dit " Hello, young lady I've been watching toi from a far for quit some time now. Your just so beautiful I knew I had to introduce myself." At first I couldn't decipher if he was trust worthy let alone gather my thoughts together. Then, I began to remember when I first saw him from a far. How he seems to keep his emotions hidden from the world. So I seemingly should trust him give him a chance to prove his actuality. As I pondered the thoughts I noticed the handsome, willed man disappeared into the clearing. Afterwards, I realized how much the man resembled Michael Jackson. The incident later gained my attention for the reason he confronted me. We are connected through the advantage of keeping are emotions shielded from the world's surroundings. We keep our life personal. Even when we have extraordinary talents to pursue, it doesn't mean explaining our personal thoughts to the world. The incident that occurred, I keep close to my heart!! It's remembrance to always remember. Thank toi Michael for helping me to realize my true self.
Here is a poem I wrote about the boy I love. It doesn't rhyme but it doesn't have to to be a poem. Send ou commentaire feedback.
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To me, Will is plus than a name. This is what it means to me:
W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.
I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when toi spare me a small glance my way.
L is for the look my penetrating eyes give toi when toi turn away from me; when I want most for toi to stay close to me.
And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational l’amour I feel for your soul.
Without you, my cœur, coeur is silent. toi arethe only one who has touched my cœur, coeur and it will always be yours. toi are my only love. I've left my cœur, coeur with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. toi are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.
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To me, Will is plus than a name. This is what it means to me:
W is for the softest whisper in the sweetest breeze of spring.
I is for the icy chill that goes down my spine when toi spare me a small glance my way.
L is for the look my penetrating eyes give toi when toi turn away from me; when I want most for toi to stay close to me.
And L is for the unconditional and irrevocable and irrational l’amour I feel for your soul.
Without you, my cœur, coeur is silent. toi arethe only one who has touched my cœur, coeur and it will always be yours. toi are my only love. I've left my cœur, coeur with you; look over it closely. It's your only responsibilty. Protect it from all harm. toi are the only one who who ever has and ever will touch my soul. And it too is yours.
Coinage of Commitment
