Poetic Speech

If ever there were magic to be held| In the presence of your voice the words are spelled| A spirited ritual form the movements with which you glide| Exposes the firmament as a reflection in your eyes| Brightness burns within your heart| You illuminate the skies| Igniting a feeling| Set a flame| Which spark my aspirations to write messages buried beneath a poem that spells your name|

I have never been the type to shy away from my emotional side| I display them| Allowing the limited few I fall for| In like an open door| Yet the women I have fallen for| See this as a sign of weakness| A fault| Am I too old fashioned|? And they would rather have a man with no emotions?| Is what they want only a protector?| Someone to feel safe with?| And not someone to confide in as well?| Or am I just swimming in the wrong sea?| Should I just let the breeze carry my emotions to sea?| Until the correct hands grab onto them and return the emotions back at me?|