Pierre Alex Jeanty - Her

Other books by Pierre Alex JeantyHerTo the Women I Once LovedUnspoken Feelings of a GentlemanUnspoken Feelings of a Gentleman II Copyright 2017 by Pierre Alex Jeanty All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher. Cover Design: Omar Rodriguez Editor: Carla DuPont Huger Illustration: TreManda Pewett ISBN 13: 978-0-9974265-6-4 Jeanius Publishing LLC 430 Lee Blvd Lehigh Acres, FL 33936 For more information, please visit: Pierrealexjeanty.com Jeaniuspublishing.com To the reader, Read this more than once, let the thoughts marinate savor the depth of these appetizers suck on the bones of every word. Digest this body of work. I made this for you, I created this for her, I birthed this for him, who compares her to oxygen. Enjoy!To the previous readers, Youve picked up the words that drip from my
heart and treasured them.

I cannot thank you enough for supporting what I am doing. Without you, Id still exist; but the poet in me would not have had a voice loud enough. Thank you from my heart. I still do not claim to be a great poet, but a great observer of her. Love will leave few bruises on several occasions. It will hit some veins, and do some damage in parts of you that the eyes cant see.

But, it will not give you bullet wounds, nor will cut deep to the soul It will never become a bystander while your heart bleeds to death. Your voice shouldnt tremble in the midst of someone who says they love you. If you are stumbling over your words, may it be because joy has your knees weak. But it should never be because of the fact that fear is swimming through your veins and doubt overfilling your heart in their presence. I cant agree with you or them and say its love dear. It was your lack of effort that screamed, Let go! and whispered, Move on, to her ears. It was your lack of effort that screamed, Let go! and whispered, Move on, to her ears.

Not her friends, family, or a possible replacement. Those who disappear out of your life as the sun sleeps are neither lovers or friends. They are gentle monsters. They are leeches who will feast until youre drained. They are people with terrible promises and rotten motives. The caution tapes around her heart are not there to keep you out, neither do they exist to be decoration on Halloween nights. The caution tapes around her heart are not there to keep you out, neither do they exist to be decoration on Halloween nights.

They are proof of broken entries by men who hid their true identity to commit loveless acts. They are there because she is guilty of murder against herself, and them guilty of being instigators and accomplices. They are billboards for eyes to see that she has slept through the worst of nightmares. She will remember the moments you made her feel loved more than the times you said, I love you. Young love is beautiful, fall for that boy, believe that it'll never end, talk about forever without a care in the world. However, do not let old age catch you doing those things.

It will remind you very quickly, that boys lie and that a man is what you need. It will tell you over and over that relationships end and that in a marriage full of love, is when you'll being seeing forever. Young love is beautiful, but old love is real. Nothing ordinary is meant for you. Theres nothing more unfair to you than convincing yourself that it is okay to accept anything short of extraordinary. Your body is made to be made loved to by a man who has your 50th wedding anniversary date marked on his calendar, leaves his heart in your palms, and understands the meaning behind a wedding ring.

Maybe you dont believe in fairy tales, but till death tear us apart ought to be the least you settle for. You deserve a love that knows no conditions and ends at your funeral. How is it you sacrifice your happiness to make sure theres not a scratch on theirs? Love should never be only about your happiness, neither should it be excluded. If I must be honest with you, everyone is forgettable; though memories may linger and replay themselves. It is who we are that makes us unforgettable, not our want to never be forgotten. It is the type of love we offer to those who have never known love that makes us unforgettable.

Therefore, love hard, despite how hard it is. It's what they'll remember. Simple ReminderI Do not become less of a woman to a man who is looking for a woman who thinks less of herself. Showing less can be seen as more, but showing them less of who you are never gets you more. The scale should never be given the power to weigh you down. The number it reads should never add more burden to your soul.

Beauty is not defined by how much flesh rests on your bones, but how much compassion is buried in your heart. If you find those who make you feel ugly because you weigh more than the average, tell them to swallow their opinions and do more than cardio for that ugly heart. Quit lying through your teeth. Do not give her a crown simply because you want her to bite her tongue. Theres no greater transgression than attempting to make her feel that she has fallen short by loving the way she does. It is silly to try to convince her that she is a sinner for being able to love so devotedly.

It may not be normal to you, but let it be to her. You have to bemore afraid of losing her, than you are afraidof loving her. You will always have those who will applaud you, those who will only cheer you on when life is putting a beating on you. There will always be those who want to be in your life, and those who will stick around just to be there when things go wrong so they can have something to keep them blind to their own misery.