Dear Queen,
I can’t do anything but fabricate my perfect romance around your silhouette. Because I’m not gifted enough to manifest a clear physical vision of a woman I’m not sure I’ve met yet.
I imagine she’d be a Woman of God, a spiritual weapon that never leaves your side. This woman I envision is every bit of why, Men succeed, love grows, and bonds last forever.
Not only does she inspire me to reach inside myself and do better, but take steps everyday to bringing about a dream, that we’d build together.
Dear, Queen
I’ve become exhausted by failed attempts.
I’m sure I’ve met you,
Maybe from a distance just a glimpse.
Then again I may have not.
Either way, when we come together time will stop.
And the world would will be ours.
writtenvizions 