LET IT BE KNOWN

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This is not a poem or a love song. It is a pledge and a commitment.
In this little life I have lived in so far, I have seen love, felt it and even been in it. As I am still.
Been told many things about it. Some call it a prison and others; a pit.
To some its that one time you are allowed to be a fool and jump off a cliff to catch someone who jumped off.
To some, its a strong exchange of emotional attachment, when the body simply feels thing you can't understand and you are simply zombified by the sight of the other person.
To some, its a thick wall that will cloud your senses and limit you from attaining perfection and strength without any grief or remorse.
I don't really know for sure how true or false the many believes of others are.
But i do know that my heightened senses and flooding lust is just an atom of what I've experienced.
I know that jumping off a cliff is simply a flight test as being with you gives me wings.
I know that I have never been stronger or more focus or driven or principled or perfect than I am now with you.
I know that I've never been more as an individual as I am now coupled up with you.
I know that even if this rushing cold behind my spine is that one major symptom of being zombified, then I have never been more human than I am now.
I know that I have never felt and been more free than I am, and if this is a prison, I never wanna be free.
This is my commitment to you, and I want the world to know I said this. Under this high lighted moon on this special day that trails your birth.
I love you, I have always loved you and I will always love you. Let it be known. I love you Favour. Happy Birthday Sweet Heart.

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