Lyrical Asshole .

It doesn't start as much

With a few exquisite devotions of love
Loneliness pledged your heart reaches its touch
With symbolism you feel she is the one
First a private message and conversations, and late night sleeping and such
The eyes of lyrical vision
Are measured in each sense with written precision
A poem matches the other and then one reaches an internal decision
Commenting on poems back and forth is just the beginning
Looking over photos and it's your heart they're winning
With every simile you smile stupidly hoping if it could last for a while
And then she throws in some imagery leaving you to imagine impossibilities of the intimate intricacies ignoring the reality
Still one can't escape the everlasting effervescence of eternity
That one can share lyrically, poetically, and hopelessly romantically
Only with the eyes it begins
And as it reaches late night calls one refuses to relax and the returning restlessness of a resolution in the romantic notion
And still with the abstractness of the absolute possibility we always read first or ahead… eating or in bed
The dedication of determinate devotion denting the dire plausibility of the mentality scribed
In the exuberant words of this Poetic Crush
And then we lavishly linger because for lyrically joining in a collabo
Have you relentless like Rambo
As you blush when one is ready to meet
And as you greet, the eyes seems again to speak
Saying sincerely and solidly so much but mostly…. My metaphysically, "my most memorable and sole love…. I love you so much, My long lasting love, My one and only Poetic Crush."

Kenley Jean