I felt her loveliness

slipping inside my skin

to nestle next to my heart.

She brushed our world

with sublime paint strokes,

blurred flashbacks

of memory upon her brow.

She touched the promise

of rose petals in soft blush

as the sun sketched

roadway to her open soul.

She offered the sweet scent

of her neck in depth

of her love and caring,

passion soaring

above the filmy clouds.

I watched the beauty

of her like melting butter

on toast, meandering

through life and love,

together with me,

in the melody of

our shared song

wandering on our path

of soft blades of grass.

She walks with flow

And laughs with ease

She is as fragile

As the flowers in her hair

She charms her way through it

Her suitors none the wiser

Porcelain skin

Reveals the slightest blush

I remember

That I was lovely once

When she goes to bed early

When I can awake before her to watch her breathe

When I can travel to distant lands, pointing out the cloud shadows on mountains

Windows down, inhaling all of the enchantments of the forests, and of course the smell of wet road

When we frolic through cornfields

When we frolic downhill to the cool blue waters of the pebbly streams

When the waves of thunder roar and lighting strikes, and she screams

Movie Friday, hot buttered popcorn and red velvet seats

The lights that dim in accordance to the screen

When she says I am pretty unexpectantly

Stacks of fluffy golden pancakes, slathered in rich maple tree cream

The sound of his tires breaking hard against the tar, feet marching on gravel

I know he is coming to hug me

When the birds are chirping to alert me it is day and the night did not kill me

I live yet another bright shinny morning

When my mother asks me if I would like tea

When the doctors tell you your all healthy

Root beer floats in icy glass mugs, with just the right amount of each

Rain on sheet metal

Wind chimes blowing in the Spring breeze

Fall time fires, crackling, glowing against the burnt orange trees

Season of the Witch, songs of the 1960s

Festivals of which I could never attend, but could dream

Wines and cheeses and revealing dresses, kisses to please

Coffee and loose talk, lavender earl grey tea

Crepes and scrapple, God have mercy!

And lots of money.

You know,

Sometimes it is good

To take a break,

and be positive. 

So I'll take a step back

And spill out one of the things

I find amazing

in this world we live in

There's one concept that fascinates me the most

The human thought

This incredible gift we've all been given

Me, you, every writer, every poet, every dreamer

Every scientist, every lover, every psychopath

Every businessman, every teacher, every engineer

Every low-life, every model, every child, every disabled person

Were given 

Something so simple

As the brain

and we all

think different thoughts

live on different frequencies

speak different words

some of us, bound by our thoughts, 

but all of us, thinking, thinking of love

of hate

of death

of peace

of war

of happiness

of love of love of love of love-

To me, that is just astounding.

What do I find lovely?

It's going to sound a little weird but I love people's flaws. The flaws of people are what make them unique, different, and special. And I love them.

The little dimples that people have,

A dapple of freckles spread across cheeks,

Laugh lines crinkling the eyes,

Scars anywhere and everywhere,

Stretch marks showing how much your body has handled,

Little to lots of bits of chubby fats holding in a warm heart,

Birthmarks captured in time from the very beginning...

All are unique and lovely.

But it doesn't have to be just physical attributes.

The struggle in trying to find the way to solve a problem,

Liking some weird far-out non-mainstream object or idea,

The ability to trip over air,

Rapid change of emotions,

Harsh honesty expressed by people who don't realize what they're doing,

A funny/cute burp or laugh or sneeze,

A person's infatuation over food.

All are special and pure.

Most of these are considered flaws by the general public...but to me they're cute little adorable characteristics that make me love you or a person all the more...or lovely.

Lovely is taking tea early in the morning on the verandah with honey while the birds sing and the bees kiss my roses awake.

Lovely is the pitter-pat of grand babies feet on my cement floor and also their musical giggles echoing around my door.

Lovely is an elderly face full of wrinkles and a life well lived with her own style and grace.

Lovely are the stars at night see how they sparkle how they share their light?

Are we not also ones such as these? Were we not told to share our lights with ease?

Humility in humanity is quite a lovely trait,

Though not many humans grasp its concept

it is a shame.

Lovely are children from any race any culture any species, for they see the world with wonderful new eyes so fresh from God that they are not yet hardened by life so they only know

LOVELY.

Making me smile silently with these silly things

Simple beauty in this insane world

Thoughts of ducklings and standing in sunshine

A home of paradise in every picture perfect moment captured

Fresh air and trees, oh how I love trees

Singing along to my favorite tunes

Dancing from the high of a simple memory

Play fights with my troublemaking friends

Seeing something new, or for the first time in a while

When you get something just right

Sharing secrets with strangers from across the room

Finishing another book so soon

Happy endings, even if I'll deny it

Happiness in general, there isn't time in life for crying

Or liars, definitely not lies

Getting the words just right in a poem

Feeling motivated and accomplished at the same time

Eating something delicious, just because

Winning and success comes in so many forms

Doing something crazy, it's exhilarating 

Living with no regrets

Talking of passions, baring your soul

The scariest are always the best

Breaking the molds of mechanical minds

Getting a chance to make a worldly difference

Paying it forward without consequence

Living with yourself in control

The power of freedom and every breath

Laughter is the best medicine, as said

Leaving the world's problems behind in the race

Accepting time, oblivion, as something you can't change

Being happy with who you are

Proving your potential

Making a change for the better

Writing this list of my thankfuls

Reminding myself of this beautiful community

And the list goes on and on

Okay, so these are a bunch of one-liners that I thought of, but were never able to put into a story:

1. Wanton strokes and hips glide in the footnotes.

2. Cherry blossoms on fire. 

Imagination runs wild.

3. We hold empty light bulbs in our hands, hoping the heat of our love will make them glow.

4. We were too scared to dream big in case they stayed like that: dreams.

5. I don't like horror movies, that's why I don't watch the news.

6. In the beginning, there was only darkness, infinite and resolute.

7. I wish I knew how to fall in love with strangers

But all I got was you and some twisted up anger.

8. If you can drown in only as little as an inch of water, I will pour water into my hands, cupping it, and dip my nose in, my lips pressed against my palms and think of you.

9. You age more in you youth than any other time.

10. I don't have scars on my body, but that don't mean they're any less there.

11. I like my coffee like I like my dead bodies: lukewarm.

12. Manatees.

13. The slick haze of honey in the summer light.

I realized after I write this that I am a very melancholic person, but I find these images quite lovely.

1.    A smile on a persons face.

2.    A dog wagging its tail or a cat purring because it is well cared for and loved.

3.   The sound of Spring when the crickets, insects, frogs and toads start singing at night.

4.   The warm wind of summer on my face.

5.   The smell of newly fallen rain.

6.   Lightening as it strikes across the night sky.

7.   The feeling of being in a warm big snugly bed in winter.

8.   The uniqueness of a flower or a leaf.

9.   Laughter from a little baby.

10.  The way French Bulldogs snore and fart while they sleep  (lol)