The Journey

It started six years ago.

Only a language so foreign could capture her attention.

His playful manner was his disguise.

Teasing, persisting, never leaving her alone.

The two seemed as though they were friends of forever.

Strangely enough, he could not pronounce her first name.

That's when she became LADY.

LADY by name, and the perfect Lady for this specific gentleman, MANLY.

Weeks later he asked for her hand in marriage.

Not once.

Not twice.

Three times.

All times she refused.

Not because she didnt feel what he felt, but because she felt too much.

Yes, there was another man in LADY's life, but when MANLY was around, there was no denying her need to be loved by him.

In time he found another to court and LADY thought that it was time to let go.

MANLY left the country that same year, with his new "Lady".

She thought this was the end, but she was mistaken.

He still teased her.

He still persisted. 

He would still never leave her alone.

What was LADY to think, thousands of kilometres away and still with another "Manly".

She entertained the thought and in her fantasies she was to marry MANLY.

Suddenly, he changed.

He became quiet.

Distant, in fact.

There was no more contact from the man of her fantasy.

LADY tried and tried to rekindle the feeling but MANLY had cut her off for someone "better".

A year later, MANLY made contact.

Expressing his love and wanting her forever. Again.

Because LADY felt so strong about her fantasies she listened and considered the path that she wanted her love to be travelling on.

Even with another man in her life, all fingers pointed in MANLY's direction.

She decided to wait for him.

A sudden tragedy brought MANLY home.

Although he was going through a pain of his own, LADY thought this was the time for her to be there for him, and for them to live out their fantasy.

She let her guard down for the very first time.

She wore her heart on her sleeve.

Naturally, you would think he would be overjoyed that six years later it was their time.

No.

He declined.

His love was with someone else.

His excuse - "I don't want to make her a fool..."

SIX YEARS LATER and a woman of a few months suddenly took first preference.

MANLY dragged LADY on a journey of what she thought was true love.

She realised that when it suited him then she was number one.

When he started his sentences with, "I love you, but..." that's when she knew she had to let go.

Goodbye six years of total bliss.

Goodbye six years of creating a heart just for him.

Their journey went separate directions, and as she walked away, she removed her heart from her sleeve.

She promised herself that she would never give six years to another man that couldn't see magic right in front of him.

Be Happy

As women, we sometimes ask for too much.
We want,
We want again,
And then,
We want more,
Blinded by what is right in front of us.
Instead, Be Happy with enough.

Fairytale dreams of the perfect man.
Tall,
Handsome,
A gentleman,
A man who listens,
Who understands.
In other words, a man that gives us what we want.
I suggest, Be Happy with what he offers.

When his late,
It's an issue.
If he forgets our plans,
We become upset.
And when his relaxing and not talking to us,
We throw a fit.
We forget.
His human.
Yes, men are human too.
So rather, Be Happy with his harmless mistakes.

Naturally, women applaud themselves for their relationship successes.
Praising the female sunshine over the male blue skies.
We dismiss from our mind's,
It is him that has us laughing in an instant.
It is him that with with just a hug can make the misery of a hard day disappear.
And it is him that saves us when we need rescuing the most.

Take a moment and smile.
Be Happy, because he chose you.

She said...

She said, "Let's eat too much cake together!"
I smiled.
Never had I seen a Woman with so much 'child' within her.
It took one evening. One evening before the New Year.
She was the wish I made.
She was my resolution.

She said, "You're the bestest!"
Ever since that day she inspired my smiling face.
We spoke so much that our boyfriend's became suspicious.

She said, "You taught me what true friends are really about."
One day, our friendship took an unexpected step to the next level.
She needed me more.
I was there for her.
I was her strength and even gave her my happiness.

She said, "Thanks for being an amazing friend through this 'not so nice' time."
But, she changed.
Her smile faded and she got lost in her own mind.
No one could see it though.
Three months and she gave in.
She became a person I could never trust.
No more everyday conversations.
No more eye contact.
And, no more Me and Her.

Today I missed you.
My resolution.
A friend I could be true to.
You drifted so far, and I have to realise that every single day.
Today was different.
Today, I saw your smile.
The smile you lost inside yourself.

She said, "Thank you. We'll be friends forever."
I believed her.
But, she lied.

Open. Smile. Divine.

It's the night before that gets me most excited.
That "school-girl" feeling,
Knowing that I will see you the next day.
The daytime is filled with so much to see,
But it's the night time that becomes our dream.

It's difficult to sleep with you around.
But, being safe is a better option to me.
I follow your palms on my skin,
Wrapping our legs in an unsolvable puzzle.
My jungle-like hair tickles your face.
As you move it away, you whisper your last words.
Words that every women believes.

Through the night we drift unknowingly apart.
When realisation occurs,
You find me,
And we start our dream all over again.

The first ray of morning,
I make sure to open my eyes before you do.
Your brown skin is as fresh as the day.
Using my fingertips, I stroke the hairs on your face.
Casually, you open your eyes.
I kiss your lips,
Whisper my first words.
You smile,
I blush,
Such a rush,
Let's do it again.

A Glimpse

It's the moments least expected.
The five seconds of absolute fantasy.
You never saw me,
But,
The immediate glance of you captured a photograph I will never forget.

I lost all knowledge of my surroundings.
My heart beat faster,
But my breath slowed down peacefully.
You moved with ease around a world that stopped in time.

It's been a while since I saw the masterpiece of you.
With artwork like yours I could open a gallery.
Painting, after painting, after painting.
No words.

The portrait of you gets smaller as the distance increases.
Until it's time for our minds to meet again,
I'll carry that glimpse,
While you carry my endless thoughts.

Stephen Savage - Toe Jam Whip

An Unwritten Letter

To the man I hide in my heart,

I cannot explain, nor face you as I am about to bring up the emotions that you are about to read.

All I know is that it's in my heart and it hasn't disappeared.
Not for days.
Not even months.
Lets say, years.


Strangely enough, what started on a page must either end or continue on a page.
This is not Good Bye,
But, it's time.
Time for me to let you know why,
Why I smile when I see you,
Why I am always trying to make you laugh,
And why I am constantly mesmerized by you.


I cannot begin to tell you how you capture my attention.
I am more aware of your beauty than you are.
This is not an obsession.
This is me appreciating you,
Probably more than anyone else can.
Is that selfish to say?
I don't think so.
I cannot help knowing you inside and out.


I'll admit that there are moments when I don't think of you,
But when I come to that realisation, I create thoughts that involve you.


Who are you and why have you chosen me to think of you so often?
I see you staring at me.
I even see you wanting to sit close to me.
Most of all, I've seen those, "I want to kiss you" eyes.
But, nothing.

I'm not fed up.
But, I am thinking too much of nothing.
Tell me why.


Wait.
You can't.
Because this letter is unwritten,
And you will never receive it.