To Her, My Eternal Masterpiece

The greatest gift I'll ever bestow upon you surpasses any jewel; encrusted treasure or silk-wrapped offering that wealth could procure. It emanates from the depths of my being when I watch you move through this world; how your chestnut hair catches the afternoon light, how your eyes crinkle at their corners when you laugh without restraint. It's in the sacred permission I grant you to inhabit every curve and plane of your body without apology, to fill your lungs with the air of complete acceptance, to unfurl each hidden aspect of yourself in the sanctuary of my unwavering gaze. Each time our fingers intertwine, each moment my palm finds the small of your back, I'm silently proclaiming that your worth blazes not from what your hands accomplish, but from the intricate mosaic that forms your essence; each scar, each laugh line, each vulnerability that makes you exquisitely, irreplaceably human.

When I offer you this rare gift of feeling utterly enough, I become the faithful mirror that reflects not the imagined imperfections you scrutinize in dawn's harsh light, but the constellation of radiance that forms your spirit. My reverent touch traces the geography of your collarbones, the gentle slope of your shoulders, the soft landscape of your belly;peeling away years of whispered doubts that have draped themselves across your shoulders like invisible weights. In the shelter of our shared moments; beneath tangled sheets at midnight or across a sunlit breakfast table; the exhausting performance you've perfected for others dissolves into dust. You need not carefully select your words or monitor your laughter or soften your opinions. Here, in this hallowed space between heartbeats, your unfiltered existence alone is the masterpiece I worship each day.

This offering arrives not with orchestral fanfare or grandiose declaration But in the quiet cadence of unwavering devotion,

In my fingertips memorizing the delicate architecture of your face in darkness,

In my voice rising like a tide to meet your midnight uncertainties, In the warmth of my chest against your back when winter seeps into your bones, In how I defend your name when spoken carelessly by others, In the way my eyes seek yours across crowded rooms as if pulled by ancient gravity. I bestow upon you the freedom to expand into every dimension of your truth, To speak with thunder when passion moves you, To whisper when tenderness fills your throat, To weep without explanation, To rage without justification, To simply breathe without question; Neither diminished nor exaggerated, But perfectly, completely, magnificently enough.

When this gift passes from my soul to yours, I transform into the silver moonlight illuminating the shadowed corridors of your most persistent doubts, the crackling hearth-fire melting the accumulated frost of your deepest insecurities. I become the one whose vision penetrates through the carefully constructed façades you've crafted since girlhood; the composed professional, the tireless caretaker, the unflagging optimist; seeing instead the multifaceted woman who stands before me in rare vulnerability. My eyes linger on the tiny scar above your eyebrow, the stretch marks silvering your hips, the worry line between your brows—each imperfection perfect in its testimony to your journey. And as I witness you; truly witness every layer of you; your faith in yourself unfurls like night-blooming jasmine, your trust in your inherent worthiness deepens like ancient roots, and you realize that love isn't a prize to be earned with performance but the birthright embedded in your marrow.

This is the gift that metamorphoses everything it touches, Transforming ordinary moments into sacred ritual, Our Sunday mornings tangled in cotton sheets,

Your laughter echoing through our kitchen at midnight, The weight of your head on my shoulder during long drives,Your fingers absently tracing patterns on my forearm during conversations. It is belonging tattooed into the rhythm of our synchronized breaths,

Recognition carved into every lingering glance across dinner tables, Acceptance flowing between us like an ancient river cutting through stone. With each synchronized heartbeat, each whispered endearment against your neck, Each wordless moment of understanding between us, I proclaim your wholeness, your worthiness, your magnificence. And this gift, once bestowed, becomes eternal; A flame impervious to time's relentless current, A truth that neither distance nor circumstance can diminish,

A certainty more solid than the ground beneath our feet.

In your eyes, I've found my home; in your heart, my purpose. And in the sacred space between us, we've created something Neither of us could manifest alone; A love that doesn't just see beauty, but creates it, A bond that doesn't just acknowledge worth, but multiplies it, A connection that reminds us both, with each passing day, That we are;gloriously, undeniably, magnificently,

Enough.

Have a Seat Fellas- The Weight Of Trust Betrayed

Listen closely, brother, because this truth needs to cut deep as a blade – right to the bone where it can’t be ignored. Do you want to talk about the hunt? About the chase? Let’s talk about what comes after when the thrill fades, and you’re left staring at the wreckage you’ve created.

You worked for months, maybe years, carefully dismantling her walls brick by brick. Patient. Persistent. Promising safety with your words while your actions played the long game. You saw her watching you, testing you, trying to decide if you were different from the others who left scars. Remember how proud you were when she finally let you in? When those guards dropped and her eyes softened with trust? That was your moment of truth, and you failed it spectacularly.

Do you understand what you actually destroyed? This wasn’t just another conquest, another notch, another story to tell your boys over beers. This was a woman who had probably spent years rebuilding herself from previous battles, who had carefully constructed armor around her heart, who had learned to live behind walls – until you came along with promises of forever, whispering words of safety, painting pictures of a future just to get what you wanted.

Let’s be crystal clear about what happens after your careless words land like grenades after your thoughtless actions detonate like mines in her life. This isn’t just about tears that will dry or pain that will fade. You’ve fundamentally altered her neural pathways. Every future relationship she has will be viewed through the lens of your betrayal. Every potential connection will be measured against the depth of your deception. You haven’t just broken her heart, you’ve rewired her brain.

She’ll question everything now. Every genuine smile from a future man will be suspect. Every promise will sound hollow. Every “I love you” will trigger alarm bells. That lightness she once had? That ability to fall freely into love? You took that from her. You replaced it with a hypervigilance that will exhaust her for years to come. She’ll analyze texts for hidden meanings, scrutinize actions for signs of betrayal, and always wait for the other shoe to drop.

And here’s the part that should keep you up at night: imagine this was your daughter. Picture her, young and bright-eyed, full of hope about love and connection. Now imagine some man doing to her exactly what you did..., systematically working to gain her trust, making her feel safe enough to be vulnerable, then treating that trust like it was worthless. Imagine her crying in her room, fundamentally changed, her belief in love and humanity shattered. How does that sit with you?

You want to talk about accountability? Let’s talk about the ripple effects of your actions. This woman’s future children will have a mother who struggles to trust and whose capacity for joy has been diminished by your carelessness. Her future partner will have to work twice as hard to prove their authenticity, fighting against the shadows you left behind. Her friends and family will watch her struggle to believe in love again, knowing she’ll never be quite the same.

The truly twisted part? You probably don’t even recognize the magnitude of what you’ve done. You’re probably telling yourself it wasn’t that serious, that she’ll get over it, that everyone gets hurt sometimes. But deep down, you know better. You remember the moment she first trusted you completely. You remember how pure that trust was, how precious. And you threw it away like it was nothing.

This isn’t about making mistakes, we all make those. This is about the calculated deception of working to gain someone’s trust with no intention of honoring it. This is about the profound evil of seeing a woman’s heart as nothing more than a temporary plaything for your amusement. This is about the cowardice of not even having the decency to look her in the eyes and acknowledge the depth of your betrayal.

So here’s your wake-up call: Stop. Just stop. If you can’t commit to protecting and cherishing the trust you’ve worked so hard to gain, don’t seek it in the first place. If you can’t handle the responsibility of someone’s heart, don’t ask them to give it to you. If you’re not ready to be the man who guards and nurtures what’s entrusted to him, then stay away until you are.

Because one day, you might have a daughter of your own. And when you hold that innocent baby girl, when you watch her grow into a woman capable of love and trust, you’ll understand the true weight of what you’ve done. You’ll realize that every woman you’ve carelessly broken was somebody’s daughter too. Someone’s whole world. Someone’s reason for believing in love.

Do better. Be better. This isn’t a game. These aren’t disposable toys you’re playing with. These are human beings with souls that can be shattered, spirits that can be crushed, and hearts that may never fully recover from your carelessness. The next time you’re tempted to chase someone just for the thrill of conquest, remember: your temporary satisfaction might be someone else’s lifelong trauma.

The choice is yours. But know this... Every action has consequences, every betrayal leaves scars, and karma has a way of coming full circle. The question isn’t whether you can get away with it. The question is: can you live with yourself knowing exactly what you’ve done?

What I Crave

I yearn for depths beyond the shallow sea,

For love that burns with quiet certainty—

A woman whole, secure within her skin,

Whose strength flows outward from the fire within.

I crave her touch, both fierce and tender-sweet,

Where passion and serenity complete

Each other in a dance of give and take,

As waves upon the shore that crash and break.

To be beheld by eyes that truly see,

Not just the surface, but the depths of me;

A Queen who reads the chapters of my soul

And helps me understand my story whole.

When darkness clouds my vision, let her light

Remind me of my worth, restore my sight.

I need her truth, unvarnished, crystal clear—

The mirror of her heart to hold me near.

Let me be canvas for her artistry,

A playground where her spirit wanders free.

Each touch an exploration, each embrace

A journey to some new discovered place.

And in return, I long to be the key

That sets her hidden essence wild and free—

To witness as she blooms in sacred space,

Embodied in her power, filled with grace.

Let us dive deep beneath the masks we wear,

Where vulnerability leads us to dare.

Two souls entwined in love's eternal flow,

Until the seas of time cease ebb and go.

For what I crave transcends the physical—

A love both earthly and mystical:

Two spirits merged in perfect symmetry,

Dancing through time toward infinity.

In her fierce heart, I seek my sanctuary;

In my strong arms, she finds her mystery.

Together whole, apart yet intertwined,

Two souls in sacred union, rare to find.