Your Guy

It's not often in life where you meet someone,
someone you truly admire, respect, and love.
Not that conventional,
"I want to be with you forever" type love.
Its the love, where you put no one above,
A devotion, a promise, a compromise.
Deeper than the sea, wider than the skies.

Of all the letters in the alphabet, all the rules of dictation,
there is no permutation, no combination-
that describes this elation.
Just the vision of you, the sound of your name,
can ease my heart, my mind-
everything is right in the world, you to blame.
A conversation with you, I don't know where to start-
you listen with your eyes, and speak with your heart.
The wisdom of Maya Angelou, phenomenal indeed,
Strength of Sojourner Truth, truly a rare breed.

Now they say I'm attracted to you simply due to aesthetics,
But deep down, you personality and spirit is poetic.
You a lack a man like me, who can provide salvation-
Without misinterpretation, a combination of admiration
no infatuation, but real loves manifestation.
Now when you look in my eyes, it should be no surprise-
If you feel how I feel;
Realize, I'm your guy.

Where I Belong

It never ceases to amaze me-
How people spend their whole life;
Hours, days, weeks, years.

Trying, attempting, often failing -
To find out where they belong in the world.
Like the ultimate accomplishment in life, is
to find "Where YOU Belong."

Who are you kidding?
You think I'm going to waste this short, precious
Time God has allotted me on this earth-
To find the glove I fit in,
To find the socket I belong to,
Like the earth is a puzzle,
and I am nothing more than a missing piece.

Believe me, I have squandered so much valuable time
trying to find a niche I belong in.
I could have learned so many new things.
I could have mastered a new talent.
I could have met incredible, new people.
But no, I wasted time trying to find,
"Where I Belong"

They act like life is nothing more than a shoe collection,
and it's my job to find the one that fits me.
This ain't Cinderella.
I am too dynamic for that.
It is not my job to find, "Where I Belong"

I enjoy to many things to choose, which ONE I belong to.
To many adjectives describe me, to choose ONE
God created me for a purpose,
Who am I to choose, "My Niche"?

Look down on me for not conforming,
I am not clay, available for your molding.
You cannot, and will not, define me.
So while YOU waste your time-
Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Years,
Attempting to find "Your Nice"
... I will let mine find me.