Darren C Swartland

May you forever be visited by what grants a smile to a face for your existence uplifts hearts as much as the goodness your soul donates.

I can not stand to gaze at
what lies adjacent to me,
jumping out of it's skin
to pierce without a sorry.

Though blessing need not
to give a word of apology,
offense is taken solemnly.

Hurt shadowed circuitry
so how can I stand to see
brightness shine lovingly
if emotion esclipes poetry.

Radiance is given willingly
and all I have as an offering
are shards dipped in misery

I long to indulge in the excitement
she's aced whenever her hands do
what found a home at hearts place.

A sense of belonging that circulates
dopamine through a silhouette she
makes more intriguing than magic
which transforms a look into a taste.

Intricate styling for memory to space
that touches contours from a hairline
down to the jaw line beautifying a face.

Tears avalanche down hills of cheeks
while a voice is given hands to climb
the penultimate summit in it's peak.

"I don't wanna be with no one else" ,
she screams out as if it were for help, 
not out of danger like in a fire outbreak
where you trapped gasping for breathe
rather the type one inlove shall attempt
to pierce heart for a lover to understand;
in life there's times when nothing matters
other than being with your lover and friend

Special is an understatement,
it can't even tickle the fancy of
gold used to form thee prong
needed to hold a melodic song;
encapturing what is a gemstone
taken to where a proverb belongs.