I’m not embellishing the truth.
I walk with her on the moons of Jupiter.
She broke down the molecules of madness for me.
A man tends to want what another man has.
To shield me from the jealousy and sadness we paint pictures on her walls.
The teacher delights in the student by default.
And there’s always a lesson to be learned.
Accompanied by burning questions begging to be asked.
She is Wisdom.
She was with me when I laid the foundations and sculpted the contours of the face.
Beauty incarnate clothed in an aura that permeates hopelessness.
She is more than a woman, she’s not from this place.
The stars had to have been aligned upon her conception.
A child from a distant galaxy where knowledge of all things reigns supreme.
And deemed royalty by right and blood.
Her subjects know her on sight and delight in her presence.
Wherever she is, the forces of nature acquiesce.
Blessed is the woman that gives life with her hands.
Blessed are all who know her, especially her man.
I wasn’t a king until I met you.
I had no throne and no home until you.
I saw days as time that slipped through my fingers.
I replayed the events of my past as if they were times worthy to be remembered.
But now I’m seeing that I had never lived at all.
I had existed.
I breathed.
I had believed.
But I never knew what life was until I met you.
