Why I love you :versions of poetry, prose,drama and my heart By Amabebe Alexander
Version of poetry
Thousands of same sane soothing sweet praises you have heard,
backed up with heavy handsomeness with bank accounts.
Yet you came down simple like a crowned Eagle queen,
and picked me, a sea shell of few or no designs .
I love you because I love you too, yes you too,
for feelings that erupt everyday that hid.
Drawn to please you with pleasure and knowledge and words,
and a keeper of your smile I've vowed to be even.
Why I love you? Nature praiseworthy plain perfect,
cause I see forever-ness in your early eyes.
Care filled, here-mistress and armor bearer for life,
a forever follower friend for forever.
I love you because of your versions of visions,
zealous jealous zeal to succeed like me, like me.
Partner in mind and thoughts like Moon and Stars to shine,
quiet in the real world with a world of laughter.
- Amabebe E. Alexander
Version of prose
Why I love you is not a question, but a statement of my love for you. What did I even say to win your heart? Because I know you have heard plenty, better, reasonable, calm and nicer words before. And I'm sure those guys are really handsome, tall and in all complexion and they have money to take care of you. And why wouldn't I love you more when you descended to love me, me only having versions of visions for the future. Loaded just with poetry and prose, the internet and pen and versions of visions.
I really can't explain it but I know I love you, for once my heart bears witness with my mind that am in love. For every day my feelings pour out like lava from a volcano. And now I'm bound willingly to keep you safe, make you happy and be there for you. It's now more and more my job.
But if am asked by any one except my ♥, I will say because of your blessed nature and your amazing peaceful character. And I see your love towards and for me in your eyes and actions and I can boldly say you are my friend, my love.
Also, because of the way you plan for your future, to be a successful and independent woman. And that burning zeal in you blazes like the fierce furious fire 🔥 in me too. Partners we are in mind and heart.
Finally, because you, my beautiful beloved, are quiet, the kind of all human behavior that am ultimately attracted to. Because I believe and in you I know that you have a powerful imagination, a world you rule. And I want to rule by your side.
- Amabebe E. Alexander
Version of drama
Alexander : (a tall teenager enters the stage of your life, he is dressed in a robe of love sewn with truth, trust, poetry, prose, drama and a beating heart ♥. He moves around the stage with a smile of satisfaction and peace. He moves to speak, but pauses in joy,sees a complete traveling stranger, walks up to him and taps him ) I never thought it would be possible good sir.
Stranger :(turning) why do you call me good, when you know nothing nor no one is enough for you to express yourself. But do tell, why the joy?
Alexander : ha, the question good sir should be why "not" the joy. For am so joyous I could sing forever.
Stranger : money I presume. For it is what turns a man's head.
Alexander : quite true sir, but while money could turn my head, my beloved's love turns my life.
Stranger :(sitting on the floor) do tell, for am a bit tired searching for true souls with inks, why do you love her?
Alexander : good sir, why wouldn't I love her to the point of no return? Because, when a golden princess ignores thousands of golden necklaces from emperors with empires and accepts the stone necklace of a peasant, then she deserves love unparalleled. I love her good sir and when I told her she told me back , even though there were better men with the world "now" to offer ,in plain words. Do you understand good sir?
Stranger : (smiling) I do lover. Ha, when a modern man falls in love, he speaks in tongues and forms parables, but being ancient I understand. Speak on, can you please her in all ramification?
Alexander :(jumping up) ha, good sir I can. For it is God's plan for her to be pleased and not displeased. For I am ready to bathe her with praises, bedeck her with lovely bass sounding words the way she likes it. Buy her a home of truth, trust and money. And with dry palms without oil that will stroll down her body massage her with pleasure and teach her about all I've learnt in this world.
Stranger : wow, words spoken by a poet has never been better. For I have heard just about every thing to tell about love but your innovation of love and lovers captures me. (standing up) do go on, lover, pour your words. Do tell me, does she in any way resembles you in heart ?
Alexander :good sir, we are most alike and alive. Her mind is geared strongly towards succeeding in life. She has the zeal guided jealously to be an independent modern woman who can take care of her family and people. And good sir, that is the same burning zeal I have too. Our fires burn and heats at the same height and degree.
Stranger :my boy the lover, to me it seems you have found "her". I hope she loves you same?
Alexander :yes sir, I know and I feel it sir. She loves me same. (shouting) she loves me same!
Stranger : one final question, do tell, is she one of many words or quiet?
Alexander :oh good sir, she is quite, one of few words. And every word she utters makes me love her more.
Stranger :then love her dear and hold her near. Goodbye my boy, the Lord of pleasure and the touch (pointing at Alexander's shirt.)
Alexander : I will good sir, for she is my Starlight. But do tell, who are you, for you drew my spirit to expose and express it's mind?
Stranger : I? I am the receiver of the ink of your mind and hand. Physically, you call me paper, but in your mind am that cloudy tablet you write on first . For you have told me of your love and I will tell as I go, of it to all who may hear and to those who are not near.
- Amabebe E. Alexander
Versions of my heart
Poetry itself is incomplete without your impressive image, without the sweet sounding sound of your voice and without the real rhythmic rhythm of your heart that tallies with mine.
Even with the proud prose I can't narrate fully our love story... With a theme too deep to explain, a setting too high to bring down and we the characters exchanging always looks of love evades analysis.
Dramatic drama even with a stage and characters us and audience even us carrying out dialogue and actions still can't express my love for you.
I ask my heart, why do I love you? He told me, "dum ,dum, bim,bim,bim" and I smile satisfied knowing that I love you because I love you.
- Amabebe Alexander
Quote : inexpressible is my love like the mysteries of eternity, not because I lack words but because words themselves lack.
- Amabebe E. Alexander
Version of poetry
Thousands of same sane soothing sweet praises you have heard,
backed up with heavy handsomeness with bank accounts.
Yet you came down simple like a crowned Eagle queen,
and picked me, a sea shell of few or no designs .
I love you because I love you too, yes you too,
for feelings that erupt everyday that hid.
Drawn to please you with pleasure and knowledge and words,
and a keeper of your smile I've vowed to be even.
Why I love you? Nature praiseworthy plain perfect,
cause I see forever-ness in your early eyes.
Care filled, here-mistress and armor bearer for life,
a forever follower friend for forever.
I love you because of your versions of visions,
zealous jealous zeal to succeed like me, like me.
Partner in mind and thoughts like Moon and Stars to shine,
quiet in the real world with a world of laughter.
- Amabebe E. Alexander
Version of prose
Why I love you is not a question, but a statement of my love for you. What did I even say to win your heart? Because I know you have heard plenty, better, reasonable, calm and nicer words before. And I'm sure those guys are really handsome, tall and in all complexion and they have money to take care of you. And why wouldn't I love you more when you descended to love me, me only having versions of visions for the future. Loaded just with poetry and prose, the internet and pen and versions of visions.
I really can't explain it but I know I love you, for once my heart bears witness with my mind that am in love. For every day my feelings pour out like lava from a volcano. And now I'm bound willingly to keep you safe, make you happy and be there for you. It's now more and more my job.
But if am asked by any one except my ♥, I will say because of your blessed nature and your amazing peaceful character. And I see your love towards and for me in your eyes and actions and I can boldly say you are my friend, my love.
Also, because of the way you plan for your future, to be a successful and independent woman. And that burning zeal in you blazes like the fierce furious fire 🔥 in me too. Partners we are in mind and heart.
Finally, because you, my beautiful beloved, are quiet, the kind of all human behavior that am ultimately attracted to. Because I believe and in you I know that you have a powerful imagination, a world you rule. And I want to rule by your side.
- Amabebe E. Alexander
Version of drama
Alexander : (a tall teenager enters the stage of your life, he is dressed in a robe of love sewn with truth, trust, poetry, prose, drama and a beating heart ♥. He moves around the stage with a smile of satisfaction and peace. He moves to speak, but pauses in joy,sees a complete traveling stranger, walks up to him and taps him ) I never thought it would be possible good sir.
Stranger :(turning) why do you call me good, when you know nothing nor no one is enough for you to express yourself. But do tell, why the joy?
Alexander : ha, the question good sir should be why "not" the joy. For am so joyous I could sing forever.
Stranger : money I presume. For it is what turns a man's head.
Alexander : quite true sir, but while money could turn my head, my beloved's love turns my life.
Stranger :(sitting on the floor) do tell, for am a bit tired searching for true souls with inks, why do you love her?
Alexander : good sir, why wouldn't I love her to the point of no return? Because, when a golden princess ignores thousands of golden necklaces from emperors with empires and accepts the stone necklace of a peasant, then she deserves love unparalleled. I love her good sir and when I told her she told me back , even though there were better men with the world "now" to offer ,in plain words. Do you understand good sir?
Stranger : (smiling) I do lover. Ha, when a modern man falls in love, he speaks in tongues and forms parables, but being ancient I understand. Speak on, can you please her in all ramification?
Alexander :(jumping up) ha, good sir I can. For it is God's plan for her to be pleased and not displeased. For I am ready to bathe her with praises, bedeck her with lovely bass sounding words the way she likes it. Buy her a home of truth, trust and money. And with dry palms without oil that will stroll down her body massage her with pleasure and teach her about all I've learnt in this world.
Stranger : wow, words spoken by a poet has never been better. For I have heard just about every thing to tell about love but your innovation of love and lovers captures me. (standing up) do go on, lover, pour your words. Do tell me, does she in any way resembles you in heart ?
Alexander :good sir, we are most alike and alive. Her mind is geared strongly towards succeeding in life. She has the zeal guided jealously to be an independent modern woman who can take care of her family and people. And good sir, that is the same burning zeal I have too. Our fires burn and heats at the same height and degree.
Stranger :my boy the lover, to me it seems you have found "her". I hope she loves you same?
Alexander :yes sir, I know and I feel it sir. She loves me same. (shouting) she loves me same!
Stranger : one final question, do tell, is she one of many words or quiet?
Alexander :oh good sir, she is quite, one of few words. And every word she utters makes me love her more.
Stranger :then love her dear and hold her near. Goodbye my boy, the Lord of pleasure and the touch (pointing at Alexander's shirt.)
Alexander : I will good sir, for she is my Starlight. But do tell, who are you, for you drew my spirit to expose and express it's mind?
Stranger : I? I am the receiver of the ink of your mind and hand. Physically, you call me paper, but in your mind am that cloudy tablet you write on first . For you have told me of your love and I will tell as I go, of it to all who may hear and to those who are not near.
- Amabebe E. Alexander
Versions of my heart
Poetry itself is incomplete without your impressive image, without the sweet sounding sound of your voice and without the real rhythmic rhythm of your heart that tallies with mine.
Even with the proud prose I can't narrate fully our love story... With a theme too deep to explain, a setting too high to bring down and we the characters exchanging always looks of love evades analysis.
Dramatic drama even with a stage and characters us and audience even us carrying out dialogue and actions still can't express my love for you.
I ask my heart, why do I love you? He told me, "dum ,dum, bim,bim,bim" and I smile satisfied knowing that I love you because I love you.
- Amabebe Alexander
Quote : inexpressible is my love like the mysteries of eternity, not because I lack words but because words themselves lack.
- Amabebe E. Alexander
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