She was Confused.
And so was I.
I didn’t know that
I loved her yet
Innovative artistry with visions of chaos
A random happenstance
Kindred spirits spontaneously
Awakening to one another
from friends to secret leg touches
an awkward date is fated
Friend-hugs and romantic handshakes
Weirdly comfortable, I am transparent with this woman
I will always be her open book
She is my eternal mystery
how she saves me from myself
She is a wonder to Behold
Whimsy and wise she is Inspiration
my Muse. my Light. my Rock
my world is Enlightened, Uplifted
Together consolidating our Magic
Each of us unique, shaped by Traumas
Overcoming barriers armed with precious Vows
these powerful Abjurations to safeguard one another
Shame and Fear dissipates with words of Affirmation
Partners in crime, we are thieves of the Heart
Beating as one, Living as two, together we are Visionary
Gratefully entwined, With her, an electrifying stir
motivating this man to be, not just me. Extraordinary
Her limitless patience empathy and care
Are treasures. I hoard like trinkets. In a lockbox. Ultra Rare
Dinosaurs and shiny rocks. We are lost to time
An ever-growing wall of happy, with limitless scale
Stopping time and capturing moments. Our peace. Our fun
Like snatching up fireflies, under the stars
Bottled memories next to the Wishing Lock’s key
I gave her this artefact three wishes were stored
I will do any deed for her, wish is my command
Unaware of how bewitching her charms really are
she is Ravishing Art, the beguiling aesthetic
She gracefully creates. With flourishes of the brush
Everything. Home. Family. Warmth
Country songs and broken roads. me without a Map
I was lost. Trapped. Disoriented. As usual turned around
She took my hand and guided me. Home
where I belong. She is Love. I am lost, I am found

Biography:

What brings me to Aims is a desire to be something greater than I already am. I have always been a storyteller. The first to amuse my friends and family with various performances, but that was always seen as a hobby, and one that wouldn’t take me anywhere. So, I found myself within a loop of ritualism for a long time, until I found my epiphany. The lightbulb came in the form of my lovely wife and her unending encouragement. An artist herself, she helped me realize my potential as a creator. Pointed out to me that through my passion for writing songs and stories, I could touch people. I could make them feel. She showed me that words are magic. Real spells sitting on the tip of my tongue, ready to be cast into the world, shaping and molding it. When people experience my work, I want them to feel seen, heard, and ultimately uplifted. I put my abnormal perspective into the universe, hoping that I am not alone and that others see it too.