From the outside looking in,
I vision hidden treasures
and priceless gems.
on that special Saturday
when my inner self
told me
"just walk on in".
there your set
as beautiful as a sunrise
viewed for the first time
by a blind person
that has just received
the gift of sight.
I must have looked dazed and confused
asking questions about portraits and tattoos.
your aura chemically consumed my spirit,
was truly really only there to window shop
but internally my soul was feeling your vibe
your beauty seems to overflow
from your persona
and when I heard you speak,
it was as if your words
floated off your tongue
and directly into my personal atmosphere.
I knew from then that you would
be the person to change my life.
drew my brothers picture with his lox exact.
placed the outline on my left breast
and
Trinity had Bonafide's complete faith.
sat in your chair without any despair
your confidence showed
as you danced and painted
like a Ballerina-Picasso.
Took notice to your pictures on the wall,
pregnant women tingle my spine,
said it is your favorite
and punctured my pride,
with your needle
you painted,
but I don't think you pictured
my silent cry
Tears of pain and joys,
memories of us when we were little boys.
You've given me something
worth more than gold
If I had to compare
what you've given me
to something
I must say
It's up there with the picture
of you before your seed was a day old.