To Thee

To thee whom may be privileged with the gift of my love. I must confess my lack of arrogance when I convey that statement. I do not see my love being any better or worse than any other man; but because it is indeed "my love", I cherish it and hold dear to my emotions and depths of passion that my love entangles. So I ask that you do the same. Cherish this love that I give to you, rather it be with the most physical intensity or with the softest words. Learn to love my flaws and I will, in turn, adore all of yours. Do not hide all of your special accolades, which I wish to admire; instead allow them to flourish. Please by all means, let the God in you shine brighter than the Eastern sun rise. Allow me the opportunity to experience heaven while I am in your presence. Even though I wish to be the soul occupant of your passion; love your God ten times as much as you love me. I will be honored to take the back seat to He who is all mighty, and I expect you to do the same. Do not try to interfere with the intimacy which is shared between me and my God. I ask that you adore it.

Be Beautiful. In every sense of the word; be "Beautiful". Beautiful in spirit, in ambition, in dress, and in love. If there is anything that I am deeply passionate about; it would be "Beauty". But please do not conform to the popular definition of Beauty, because you will be nothing to me but a mere filthy Barbie doll. As for your ambition; strive for excellence in your field of interest. Ignore me at nights that you must, but balance the passion of your craft and the adoration that you have for me. Dress well. Dress in such a pleasant nature so that I may recognize your beauty, and not lust after your flesh. I do not have to stress the beauty of your love, because I have full confidence that since you are made specifically for me, that you will know how to love in such a beautiful way. But nonetheless, be beautiful in the all that you are. Give me your eyes, your lips, and your hands. I have spoken once before of the power of your hands, in how they lead me to a place where pleasure is an appetizer for more to come. Give me your heart and your soul. Grant me the duty of protecting them from any evil that may fight to destroy them. Do all of this and love me, in return I will give you the love that you have always wished for.

Spoken truth from the heart,

T. L. King

How do I Love you?

My dear Janette Belle, my heart, my soul, my day and my night. Many cannot fathom the intensity of my love for you. I still have yet to be convinced that you can either; but this does not weaken my desire. I cannot imagine the day that will come when I can no longer hold my pen upright. That day a part of us will die because I will no longer be able to record your majestic ways, and your inevitable love. I will no longer have the ability to convey my love for you. You know that I am not good for spoken word; but my pen always seems to put the right phrases together to highlight every minute detail of the delicacy of my love for you.

I love you like I love my Bible. It is told to us that man lives on God's word, implying an extreme need for daily absorption. Well I feel the same for you. I am in dire need for your daily healing, for your kiss heals my broken heart that misses you. I do not want to be condemned for idolatry; for you, if anyone, know that I love my God. But being with you is like being without an arm, leg, lung and heart. You are my flesh. Plus, I see what many refuse to search for, or they just choose to ignore it; but I see the truth in you. I have fallen in love with the God in you; so a life without you is, impossible at best.

I love you with every inkling of passion that God has given me. I love you to the point that nears His line of jealousy. My love for you is so great, that I myself am jealous of how much I love you. I have yet to love myself as much as I do you. For you, "I do".

Delilah

Every morning, for the past thirty mornings, I have awakened to frustration. Even though I was witness to the rise of the purest beauty known to our world, the sun rise could not erase my flustered thoughts of a ruthless demon. I have laughed, cried, held, loved and hated everything about this horrible creature. Delilah, a physical goddess, but a harlot of a women; she has made it her life's work to destroy the hearts of anything with a soul. She surely did capture mine, and I was immediately hypnotized by her ways. Her touch, so soft and soothing, it felt good for the soul. She fed me everything that I needed. We lived a love that was better than love could be, and together we were a beacon of light; or at least I thought.

Delilah is incapable of truly loving another person. She has lived life after life, her reincarnation has allowed her to capture the hearts of men all over the world, and leave them to face an unbearable destruction. Her physical masterpiece blinds the eyes of any honest man. His lust convinces him to fall in love with such an evil lie, and eventually he meets with the intensities of a broken heart.

Delilah is the worst thing any man can come across.

To You

I want to use this entry to thank those that support this blog, for right now it is just an open journal for people to see my work. I thank those who have, just simply by accident, clicked on a link that led them to this page, and read one of the posts. To those who follow religiously and have read every one and given feedback, I am eternally grateful for your hearts and your criticism. To those who I have written to or about, I thank you for being in my life and giving me inspiration to put something on paper. Anyone who reads what I have written, you all are watching me grow as a writer with each post. I thank you all.

Many will be inspired to love after reading whatever it is that I may create. As they love, I will write, and write some more, so that their experience in love can be that much better. So I say to whoever reads these words and is inspired in some kind of way to love, love with all or your heart and give love to those deserving. But I cannot leave you all without sharing something "Beautiful".

John Keats wrote "A thing of Beauty is a joy forever, its loveliness increases; it shall never pass into nothingness". I would guess, since "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" and my eyes just seem to love everything about you; you, therefore, would be a joy to me forever. This, I can imagine is possible, but I have seen reasons for doubt. Not in you, of course, but in previous situations where beauty was nothing more than the luck of perfectly crafted skin, shape, and smiles. Your beauty, though physically a sight for any pair of eyes, is far deep within the crevice of your heart. Even with my eyes shut I can see how beautiful you are. I must remind you that this is done with complete ease. I see your beauty in every laugh and act of kindness; every second with you is beautiful.

Stay beautiful!