To you my beautiful dreadfully beloved eyes; a rant poem to that women I would love to hate but sadly can only love.

I can define love all

I like

I can use all the theories

World over

Draw knowledge from

Both the Bible and the Parana

Delve into it,

Swim into it

And even drown it:

All in hope of exploring, defining, describing

Discussing and explaining the average lovers’

Love for eachother

But when it comes to me looking into your eyes;

All clue, infor, knowledge of it suddenly flashes away.

I am left with nothing of the sort but only how it feels to love.

I am left with nothing but how it feels to know you are loved

And nothing else to feel that you are loved,

Loved whole heartedly and fully,

Loved with all your faulty self and miss-shapes;

Love whole heartedly with all your plank like back side,

Loved whole heartedly with all your old dark green blood vessels swollen and disgusting cellulite plagued short stubby legs.

Loved passed all those long quarelsome nights when you feel nothing would be worth while from then onwards but the flatting out of your partner’s mouth using a well held fat-bottomed source pan in the wee hours of the morrning.

Leave him right next to the kitchen rubbish bin for all those damed inlaws you dare grudginly call yours to find him

All good and well for his shovel ride home, the imp you so much hate

As much as so much love,

When it comes to you and I my dear lovely eyes,

This thing called love defies all logic, definition, discussion or anything of the sort;

It is a monster not of anybody’s creation but its own.

We do not possess it,

It posesses us this draedful thing God made.

My dearest hated lovely eyes,

You dreadful thing;

When it comes to you and I,

This love thing makes no sense.

When it comes to you and I you beloved dreadful thing

Love becomes nothing more but this heap upon heap

Of dreadful, sily often unnecesry stick your neck out risks and near death

And humilatoin experiences ever made, by any two people inlove for that matter

My dearest dreadful moster’s eyes,

Are you aware that in all these years I have looked into you

I have never once wondered how well you cook,

I have never once wondered how well you present my dish

Or even how nice all those thousands of presentations really tasted in this my mouth I have so mysteriously forgotten about.

Not once in all my years looking into you my dearest eyes have I once asked my poor fuzzy heart whether or not you are worth all this trouble I am in because of you.

I mean;

Am I not the sorry arse that was once upon a time the stud of the world

Am I not the same heart who on a daily bases fornicated with all them yummy backsides, hips, legs and fronts always ever so nicely packed every other sunny day?

Am I not the one once both worshiped and all the guys in town for my game?

 Was my heart once not like an unyielding abyss?

Everything desired went in and non ever came back out?

Am I not the same one my dearest beloved dreadful beautiful eyes?

How then is it that

I now hear that I sleep next to this ugly, flappy necked magogo,

Who is ever wearing, them old wrecked out white, holed panty hoses, my grand grandfather with all his teeth out used to hate and even today tosses in his fifty year old grave should any mention them?

How then is it that

I now hear that I am made today-as in every other morning- made to eat them cracked, rusty, tasteless rubber excuses of eggs, shove them down my dry enslaved helpless gut and still very much smile every time I look into you?

My dear dreadfully beautiful beloved eyes

I go deep underground,

Right into the innards of the earth,

Not to dance or mock my dead brothers

But to bring you my beloved dreadfully beautiful eyes

Eye liners, highlighters, soups, oils  and dusts of every other color and charm back onto the surface just so I could be able to bring you

My beloved dreadfully beautiful eyes

More money to buy more dust,

Mor charm to make me look into your eyes  even more

To love you even more

To fail to define, explain, discuss, describe or explore my love

For you

My dearest beautiful dreadfully beloved eyes;

I can define love all

I like

I can use all the theories

World over

Draw knowledge from

Both the Bible and the Parana

Delve into it,

Swim into it

And even drown it:

All in hope of exploring, defining, describing

Discussing and explaining the average lovers’

Love for each other

But when it comes to me looking into your eyes;

All clue, info, knowledge of it suddenly flashes away.

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Key

Magogo; a lady like grandmother

Panty hose; another name for stockings.

The above poem is inspired by the song ‘”Satellites” . A beautiful chocolaty and coming of edge girly song by Beyonce’ Knowels.

Thanks for reading…and sorry for some of the wording ladies!