Letters from the White Queen

I've built a thousand bridges. All of them leading up to you, Yet, you never cross them to meet me. You stare,  You question and you linger.  But never have you crossed a bridge to meet me. With time these bridges will rot and fall apart.  When that day comes; You will never see the traces of a bridge, Leading you to meet me. Note: Though I believe that true love never really dies; it is possible for the human heart to give up Hope. Because what perpetuates us is Hope. But once that is lost; the heart learns to move on and bury the memories into the past and move forward with hopeful eyes for a brighter tomorrow. 

Will you love me now, As you did before the end? The lights in which we can not see. Will you see me then? Or was it all for not? Will I forever love the ghost who has rot? Note: I believe in second chances; I guess that coincides with the hopeless romantic part in my me.  So line for line:  The first phrase is questioning if love still exist once a relationship is over. I believe that if the love is true and genuine; it will surpass the hands of time. The second phrase: When we are going through heartache, everything is unclear and blurry.  Instead of rose colored glasses, they are narrow shutters in which we profess that we lost our only means of happiness.  Third and Fourth: Will these views through our narrow shutters become our own worst enemy? And will we live within a beautiful memory instead of facing its reality? I am guilty of all those things, but the key note in my growth over the years has been my ever growing love for God. Throug...

I take a piece of you everywhere I go.  You are forever a part of me: Heart, body and soul. As we journey separately into murky waters remember this: You are never alone;  And the hearts that we strike are forever ours for the keeping. Forever in my soul. Note: I believe that everyone we meet influences us and leaves an impression behind. It is up to us to decide if these encounters will inhibit our growth or give life and meaning as we navigate through this life time.   No matter the outcome, I will never be the same, again, because I know him and love him. The act of loving another human being is one of great sacrifice and hope. We can only pray that God guards our heart and strengthen our minds through these hills and valleys.  For, in the end, it is HE who ultimately writes us our 'perfect fairytale.'

With hopeful eyes I look at you; Wondering if you see me through. All the things I've seen, All the things I want to hide. Do you see me with your eyes? I bare myself before you; Please tell me you're there, At my side. Note: Not all my poems are about romantic love. This is about One's relationship with the Lord.  The last year for me has been a very trying time in terms of my education as well as my spiritual journey with God. At times, I felt lost and very much alone because it was as though I was suffering in vain and no one knew.  It is through these moments I began to press in with prayer and vigilance that I was able to rise. We forget that our lives are filled with battles; God and the devil are constantly trying to vanquish the other.  Honestly, I think I'm going through one of those moments right now. But I must first trust in him and know that ultimately it is all for his glory. 

Two lovers meet hungry and unsure; One cold as stone to the touch, The other soft and weak. They run through the woods with many fancies alike, Until it is their time to say goodbye. Two lovers know that their time is right; To push away and bid good night. They both walk away in bitter sweet delight. Note: I admire Robert Frost's Poem: Two Roads. I was thinking of that poem when I wrote this. The poem talks about a mutual break up/ parting of ways. Sometimes we are given people for a short period of time to put us back on track. I feel God does this through romantic situations as well as friendships. Every person we meet leaves an impression in our lives. Sometimes its good and sometimes its awful. But we must rise to learn and grow in the process of becoming what we are destined to be in HIS kingdom. 

The Prince of Dreams stands boldly with a chisel face, As his narcissism overwhelms him. He stares at his reflection in the water with a heavy sigh and great doubt.  His heart was as pure as his appearance yet it was not enough. How could she draw a sword so deep, That the sweetest Ambrosia of the Heavens could not ease the pain in his heart. Instead, he shrouds under the cloak of misguided fancy with maidens, In hopes of filling the void which he made with them. Note: This entire poem is inspired by Greek Mythology; more specifically, the story of Narcissus. I absolutely love Greek Mythology, Arthurian Legend and Ancient Egypt. But I'm more familiar with Greek and Arthurian, so I tend to make parallels there in my stories. (Story of the Black Knight is all Arthurian influenced) Anyway, when I wrote this poem it was when I was dating the Islamic Faith Guy. (I will not tell you his name and the picture to the left is all I will EVER show anyone) Let's ju...