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To My Queen, My Gracious Divine Delight

This morning, I stumbled where I should have risen. I let silence take the place of praise, forgot the rhythm that your name deserves to be spoken with. Forgive me, my love— not just for the moment I let slip, but for all the ways I should’ve shown you that you are my everything, my always. Seven months. Seven months of building a temple with you— brick by brick, kiss by kiss. Seven months of learning the language of your soul, where every word tastes like honey, and every silence speaks volumes. Seven months of being held by the kind of love that carries ancestors in its roots, the kind of love that knows the weight of storms but stands unshaken, unbreakable. For you every moment is an awakening of your devine essence Everytime you fix your crown ,the earth resonates in angelic concord that prophesies your royalty Your steps solidifies as the road cracks beneath them. Your spirit—soft yet unyielding—is the kind that lifts nations, that bends injustice into harmony. you wear grace like...
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Divine Essence

To the Queen that knows her worth It feels like a miracle, how we met... not just the kind they preach about on Sundays, but the kind that whispers in the quiet spaces between what is and what could be. Time feels different when I’m with you, like it bends and softens, slipping through fingers that once held scars. What’s left between us is pure, raw, something eternal, like the first breath after nearly drowning. You are not just a woman...you are a force, a hymn sung in a language only the stars can translate. You carry your pain like a badge, but you wear it with a tenderness that turns wounds into wisdom. It’s divine, the way you move through this world... unshaken, but soft. A fighter who knows when to rest her fists. A queen who doesn’t demand love, but inspires it just by being. I see you, really see you. Not just the smile that makes time stutter, but the quiet resolve underneath it... the way you hold your head high even when the world tries to pull you down. You’ve walked thr...
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Eternal Letter To My Queen 👑

Initial draft Hola my Love 🌹  Today is a six-month anniversary between My Queen and I, and I want you to pen something specific, romantic, whatever it has to do with the anniversary, in the sense that it has been the six months, it has been the most exhilarating, the most stretching, the most miraculous, the most astounding encounter I've had yet. The fact that life moves so quickly, and time seems to be running a sprint every time we are together, to every time time seems to crawl, every time we are apart. Every single time we are naked and our scars show, every time we are vulnerable, and our flaws are written on our foreheads, and we choose to love ourselves, we choose to unconditionally to do so, not because of pity, not because we are stuck, because it's the most beautiful experience we have had. The learning moments that love is not a feeling, it is a choice. That love does not happen to us, we make it. And every single time we experience peace and joy from one end to an...
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Within your essence 💐👸🏼

It's funny how we are mostly blind, always looking but never seeing, gazing at the mysteries of the galaxies but rarely unravelling its majesty encoded in your beauty, they say lightning never strikes the same place twice so how is it that everytime we lock eyes my heart is struck with a bolt I'm sure is from a star... I'm good with words but these times they divorce my mouth and I hope the silence is kind enough to connect our hearts , shout out those which words can barely echo, let them carry the sounds of pure springs on smooth pebbles and chirping sparrows and make it an alarm for every morning we wake up in each other's arms, coz I know they're not soul ties from lust but my soul taking notes on how to give love, coz the purity in your essence deserves only after we've tied the knot... and both our souls agree that for nought risk I'll know you not ...so this here is not a lust poem but a secret song of admiration,whispers through the seams of the dark...
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At the end of the abyss

The sinner speaks: Here I am again, knee-deep in my own wreckage, a creature of habit, a ritual of ruin— the 100th time, like clockwork, I unravel. This skin, soaked in sin, never quite sheds, no matter how I try to scrape it off. You, up there, unseen but everywhere, do You tire of me as I do of myself? How can I beg for mercy when all I know is how to fall again, like a dog to its vomit? Repentance is just a word I wear, but its weight is elusive, its meaning slips through my fingers like ash. I’d rather be forgotten than forgiven, a billion times is too much grace for one who breaks so easily. To die would be simpler, to let the void take me whole. But this death to self— this torment of surrender— how can I manage when I have no control? The mind forfeits long before the body does, and here I am, lost in the chasm of both. The one who listens: You speak of ruin as if it defines you, yet ruin is merely the shadow that forgets the light exists. Your breaking is not the end— it is the...
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In another life

In another life, I’d love you better— Not with these trembling hands that fumble for grace, But with a heart that knows only faithfulness, That holds you firm, like an unbroken promise. Perhaps there, I would lift you higher, My words like wings, lifting you toward skies Where doubt is just a fleeting shadow And fear melts like morning fog. Maybe I'd be a man of answers then, Quick to mend the cracks before they grow, No stumbling through the fog of "maybe" Or wrestling with the weight of "what if." I’d be sure—so sure—of how to love you, And you'd never have to second guess If you are cherished, or if you are seen. Perhaps in another world, I would listen more and speak less, Give you space to rise, to breathe, Instead of filling the room with my restless fears. There, you’d know how much you inspire me, Not as someone who douses her own flame To keep mine burning bright. Perhaps then, you'd build your empire, And I would stand beside you, not casting s...
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motion pictures 🎬

Lilac darling 🦄👸🏼💜🌹⚓,  I almost stopped breathing, when the engine revved and the door was closed I knew as this vehicle lumbered by I was being voyaged further from you, and with each passing mile, it felt like a crime. It was nice to see the landscape shift but my mind was stuck in the reminisce of scenes and scenery of Sunday afternoon ,sacred images of you- your beauty,your warmth dancing behind my eyes, everything that I'm now leaving behind. I remember how the light spilled,accentuating the deep brown mahogany hues of the wooden partitioning, the cold air begging us to sandwich ourselves in the sirens of our bodies, We sat side by side, It wasn't close enough, though as I tried to stick to the script, pencil in hand, my canvas slowly became forgotten as I became enraptured by the art that is us. Your laughter was a melody, a sweet delicate tune that reverberated through the melted walls of my heart, your eyes full of a thousand unspoken words drawing me closer. We be...
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