Manifestation
"I don’t see your name on her," he tauntingly yelled in your face while you bulldozed through him like a rebel with a noble cause defined, pushing aside all who counter attacked or even tried. Little did perpetrator know that your name was already branded upon her with vivid sights of expressive eyes that she knew danced deep inside your thought and wounds behind the corridors of childhood scarred dreams, running free with blue and white complexities. You already made her flinch, one that does not bend. What were you thinking inside she could not decipher, though watching mouth move intently contrived a tale of who you are, and how valiance has always been engulfed by you. Chivalry cannot fade so long as you drape those righteous robes, traits that sparked pride for her, held back tears as you spoke. You did not notice her smudging eyes as she hid behind glass when possible, and diverted glance at times when senses strongly held tight, seen sorrow or when perceive your greatness coming forth a prince of persia finding his valor so authentic to swallow. Honor being your crowning glory, do you even realize how highly you were held though she didn’t alert? It was at first sight that she became absolutely drenched in admiration. But even from upon her throne, how could she knight the already gallant? Striding tall, strong, face blessed with countenance. And when you said you stand for goodness, did you know you have always held elite heritage? You were born divulging promises, and feeding others even when hungry with words of wisdom, royalty, and a rare invincibility. Her moments of vulnerable silence did you grasp? Forgave you a subterranean stare, as she was there entranced, listened, absorbing with intent unimaginable, and trying to take in the time ticking away with stoic reverence? She is far more manifest than what you think- for this was penned in deepest emotion, and you more beautifully intricate than what she could have fathomed...
<< Home