I’ve come to stand in a whole new state of mind; inspiration cannot pass while a heart still yearns so if nothing else I have learned.
I have learned that I can not diminish the joy that you bring nor can I rid myself of the way my soul wants after yours; you have shaken me down to my very core.
I am the core of the earth, and you are the shifting plates at my mantel as I can’t stay still I remember how It must be handled.
To calm my very being I must poetically purge myself of these tremendous trimmers then my earth shall sit the plate’s thrust will grow dimmer.
I ponder such placement that my soul would grasp at yours though denial may sting determination cannot die; I told myself id get over it that was a lie.
I can not settle in more ways then one no person fits my standard that I’ve seen under this setting sun.
However as I first looked at you it seemed that somehow I truly knew.
So perhaps the quakes that make the ground quiver are just God shaking me grabbing a hold of my rib and shouting give it to her!