Justan Mitchell

2016-04-13 12:00 am

The Near Perfect Gift

In the former days of boyish ways,
I walked in a maze and talked on then plains, 
of my humanness.
And of this list my name was skipped, 
like a gone astray wish of a dreamscape in which, 
I could only reminisce.
But now that I've awakened my love has been accepted by you, 
the near perfect gift.
So this time words and I try to rhyme, 
hoping to duplicate the magnified vibe that transmitted from your eyes, 
but when I over intellectualize, 
a development of nearsightedness takes me by surprise.
So in the name of the most high my refuge and supply I've been blessed with a divine, 
and through that intervention the spirit translates my earthly dimensions,
developing gateways to elevate toward worthy extensions of which I've never transcended, 
and I should mention that proverbs 31 represents a flair of dimness next to the rare exquisiteness of you the near perfect gift.

A.V. 
A.M.