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Soulfulwriter...

Once upon a time, a simple phone call...

“Ha..lo..? who is this?”
“Hum... before you diss...”
Let me try to be brave
Or be as bold as wanting to be your slave
 
Are you the daughter of Aphrodite?
Or the radiance from a Rose’s delight?
A sister with no equal
Yet far out rebel
 
An object...? not at all
An objective, maybe, but don’t be galled
 
I admit, you caught my eyes
And quickly my hands are becoming somewhat jealous
I doubt, they could be controlled like I
‘Cause the idea to touch you is pushing up to be rebellious
 
“Who are you stranger?”
It’s not important, still, more insignificant
If you prefer my name more than what I could represent,
But if you must know, I’m known as “Soulfulwriter”…
 
But right now, I’m ready to be your personal writer with soul
Willing to make you trip all the way to the North Pole
Or be the man on your right, fighting for rights
While infrequently heading between your tights
 
Wait, slow down that hand, I’m not rude
Only foreseeing a vivid relation, not lewd
Unlike those puppets too caught
Up to recognize the truth can’t be bought
 
And that a Lady’s mind can’t be haggled
Let alone, speaking of things addled
 
“Who am I?”
I thought I’ve done told you about I
But if you want, I’ll be whomever you say
With the limit of what possible ‘til L day
 
OK, let’s not create a hindrance
And say that, right this instance,
I’m the lone howl in this bizarre array
Who’s silently watching you as his prey
While hoping to give you exhilaration
Of slow and intense twinges of elation
While making you dream of bells, rice and white
“Crazy…?” Naw, I’m not aiming that high (smiles)
 
These may sound like odd lines
But trust me, this is how it will untwine
 
Me, being the one, who dares to tell you
Of how bad and good, the Relation and Ship, to come, will be
The one, who wants to advise you
Of how short or uptight, the quarrels, often afoot, will likely be
The one, who feels the need to inform you
Of how hard and numerous, the Break-ups, in the works, will seal
The one, who thinks you should know
How sweet and sour, the Love, ahead, will feel
 
“Who… are…you…?” why you ask shyly now…
“Is it doubt or breaks on the phone? ” I sense now…(smiles)
Truthfully, “I am who you want us to be…?”

If my pen name was a phone call,
And I had to describe to my mate-to-be
Who we'll be
This would be it... :-)

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