The Chronology of Love
As I'm sitting back looking at the facts of what I did and what I've done,
I've never had to rap a “thanks” to anyone.
Looking through the lens and glasses of the blinded masses,
working through the days of treacherous ways – no given praise.
Still you waited, even gave a man a patient lead,
to demonstrate the loving state you manifest in knowing me.
So this goes out to all the attributes you're holding true,
the qualities befalling me and all the truths in living proof.
I still denied the way you smiled and brought the life to me,
the reverie of growing old and holding onto destiny.
You held my hand when I was down and out,
and feeling like the days revealed a ceiling closing in without a chance to shout:
“when's it my turn?” “when will you show me love?”
did you forget about the feelings you’ve been speaking of?
And as I questioned you, you knew what I was going to
The trials and tribulations, indignation's. Yet you saw me through.
Just let me signify the way that ive been feeling for some time.
A mental image given as my way to testify.
The way you make me feel I cant describe but still I try,
I try to paint the picture when im with you; feeling so alive.
It's like the sun ascended penetrating on my day, with fields of grass,
you have ask your moms and pops, “can I go play?”
Basking in the rays of sentimental pleasantry you sent to me informally,
the form of floral poetry.
Depicted, it’s a situation where I'm feeling lifted,
gifted from the days of often drifting into strengthening.
You play the role of “rock” and got me standing firm.
In turn I plot to shock the world and never plan to stop, and that’s my word.
Working off the love you sanctify and supplement,
I generate in given ways, no brazen states of discontent.
But instead I see the leading edge of loyalty,
to send me to the sky as high as I can fly, you’ll be with me.
So now I got the truth and knowledge: mental strength to pull me through.
Your confidence is everlasting so I’ll pay my dues and
Cultivate my parts of thinking into principles.
Never from the heart, drowning, sinking into miserable
Designing systems as a cause of stray: the ignorance.
I'm led away by hands of continence and loyal concentration.
I’ll dedicate my purpose laced with [expectation] facing all the walls and if I fall,
I’ll look to you for preservation.
As a runaway searching for his light of day,
you hold the torch so bright and I can finalize the drive today.
I hold the map and loving compass strapped into my dome.
I'm always knowing that youre close with open arms, an open home.
And with you by my side: some definite encouragement, integrity:
I'm learning it, righteousness: refer to it.
So this is my commitment indicating diligence,
to vindicate fidelity: the relevance of “how to be.”