What of a love unspoken?
A mutual feeling, both parties are too scared to name?
Can it live without a title?
Or will it cause pain if claimed?

What is a love unspoken?
Deep conversations in the dead of night,
The moonlight revealing the man under the bravado.

Something with slight glances,
And smiles,
His words are truth,
A reflection of him,

The best of him,
And his love,
Unspoken,

Where in this moment,
Love is enough for him to give,
And nothing even matters outside the world that we’ve created.

What of our love unspoken?
Are all your actions intentional to keep this sacred thing going?

Can it continue to bloom in secrecy when the world attempts to spoil it?

What of our love unspoken?

Will a title to this unknown love halt the growth of something beautiful?

Will it die as heartbreak, and named?

Left to the wind to rot in silence,
As we pretend that nothing happened with halfhearted, unimpressed glances?

What of this love unspoken?
Untitled but noticed
Simple yet wonderful
And to my knowledge
Final

I know that love is complicated,
But my heart speaks with honesty on this bond formed in secrecy,
It's truth when I say our hearts were destined one day to be,

What of a love unspoken?

Mr. Bag Man,
Let go of your rucksack.

There’s only one carryon the bus will let you carry on,
Those bags will only slow you down,
My hand is here to pull you out,
Of the hurts from the past that haunt you.

Bag man,
You’ll hurt your back like that,
Dragging all those bags behind you.

Pack light.

They’ll only get in your way,
And make moving harder for you.

Mr. Bag man,
All you need is you.

Let me guide you to,
The new place designed for you.

Those bags will crowd you space.
Let go of them at a pace that works for you.

Mr. Bag Man,
Let go of those bags,
You’ll miss your bus like that.

If you can’t hurry up,
She’ll leave you at this stop,
with your stuff,
And you can’t miss this bus,
Another won’t wait for you.

It’ll be hard.
The past can hurt too much,
But let her love guide you.

Mr. Bag Man,
Let it go,
All you need is you,
And her love,
In this new place she’ll take you.

Your love is strange
Cold like winter's darkest nights,
Hot like summer days

Two hearts patiently in waiting,
One retires from its long time staying,
The other breaks from mourning.

Just love me for the differences.
No matter what the difference is,
In times of rain,
Or times of pain,
No matter what the issue is.

Love me like a kid loves cake,
Or clouds love rain,
Or how biggie loves T bone steak, cheese, eggs and Welch’s grapes,

Love me like Martin loves Gina,
How Polo G love Piano in his beats
Be so real,
Be the truth,

Love me like candy rain
And let me be so into you.
Let me be your Brown Sugar,
And you be my baby boo.
Like Love Jones,
Poetic Justice,
Let me be the Mj to,
Your Peter Parker

Love me through the multiverse,
or every timeline in the universe

Love me correctly,
Love me gently,
Love through the beauty and the struggle,

Like Corinthians 13:4-7
With kindness, patience.
Trusting and never failing.

Love me through the ugly and the pretty.
On my worst days when things seem dreary.
Love me even when things get complicated,
In times when it’s easier to stream PND and get kinda faded.
When struggle consumes love and we’re just irritated.
Despite it all let our love stay unshaken.

Just love me through the differences.
No matter what the difference is,
Because love is an art that’ll never reach perfection.
The imperfections of affection is what makes it authentic,
So just love me like this poem,
Hard hitting and genuine.

Nine lines aren't enough for me to confess the love I have for you.
It cannot begin to explain your ineffable beauty,
Or the Darcey rose color you bring to my cheeks.
It can't describe the bright light in your eyes and the sparkles it brings to mine,
Nor the way you make my heart race.

But for now, love,
Let nine lines be enough to give an idea of the affection I hold for you in my heart.

If now is not the time,
When will the time be right?
Why don’t we just make the time right?

We’re here, right now,
Young, dumb and in love,
So timing should not be the gap between the two of us,
Let’s live in the moment,
Right here,
Right now, and cast aside, all doubts,

For if the time is never right,
Let’s take this time for you and I.

Be the raindrops that fall from the sky,
That brings peace and tranquility to my mind,
Be the clouds from up above that shade me from the harsh sun,
Associate yourself with the beautiful dew that brings vibrant green to the plants,
Be the calm after the storm that restores peace in my heart and the land,

Smile like the rainbow when the clouds part,
Let in soft rays from the sun as the grey fades,
And most importantly,
Remind me of the rain.

The beauty and the struggle in loving,
It’s really something,
I love, loving.

The affection, the passion, the slight imperfections of the affections I hold dear in my heart,
It’s something authentic,
There was a time when Jada and Will was the aesthetic….
But now I want nothing that resembles them,
I want my own fairy tale a little like the ones on the movie screens, and the book shelves,
One that shares the true beauty of love,
And the beauty of struggle,
The combination of both of them, that makes relationships real,

Now a days I don’t see the balance,
There’s more love, less struggle, or the complete opposite,
All over media, there’s either this perfect picture couple,
Or a toxic situationship
There’s nothing passionate, affectionate, or authentic about it,
This new age is all about “no labels” and throwing in the towel over the little stuff,
Letting the struggle consume the love, over the little things, with arguing, and blocking, and posting subs,
And It ***** because,
there’s truly a beauty in the struggle of loving,
It’s really something,
I love loving.