Hey, Calliope — Part one

I am not enthusiastic about the whimsical effect of romantic love.
but I get lost when I experience profoundness with a simple woman with certain uniqueness that triggers my sense of chase,

I want you to know my daughter, that I am not a servant of love, but my devotion to my lover drives me to points that my intellect loses its voice.

I am not a great poet, but I am always inclined to pour my heart into words perhaps I will find clarity in my pursuit of life and purpose.

You are my daughter, guard your heart against its proclivity to find solace in the arms and shoulders of deception.

Here are my writings to a woman that makes my heart pants, I don't know if she will be your mother, but she is incredible.

“

It is the profundity of your uniqueness that makes me plunge into a depth of intense feelings.

I was ostracizing my heart from my mind to decipher the extent of my intense affection for a *string* being who smiles like a goddess.

And every time I have a glimpse of the truth, the truth fades into oblivion when I look into your beautiful eyes.

Oblivion….🥹🥹🥹🥹..

I will feel my heart tonight, maybe I will get answers from her rhythms…

Alas, I hear your voice in the morning, I am sure it will all fade again.

”

She would not respond to me, she was a writer, a better one, and her wits are out of the ordinary, I thought to drop a piece of appreciation for her brilliance

“
Your mind is beautiful, Perhaps it is the simplicity of how you extrapolate insights from your ruminations and reflections.

Thanks for allowing me to peep through the window of your soul.

The whimsical sense of your humor in your piece, the unpredictable end of every piece.

”

I don't want to bore you with too much today, I will continue tomorrow.