My Raw Unscripted Life

He walks into the room like a sudden, bright flare,
With a pull in his gaze and a grace in his air.
The body reacts before logic can speak,
Already imagining views from the peak.
The “gorgeous” is loud, like a drum in the chest,
Urging the heart to skip all of the rest.

But you feel the pull and you choose to stay still,
A quiet command of the mind and the will.
You remember the Triangle, solid and wide,
And refuse to be swept by the incoming tide.
For beauty is breathtaking, shimmering gold,
But it isn’t a story that’s already told.

So you start at the Verbal, the base of the stone,
To see if a harvest is actually grown.
You listen for kindness, for cadence and care,
To see if a person is truly in there.
Is he steady in silence? Is he honest in speech?
Or a beautiful summit you never can reach?

You trade in the “maybe” for what is quite plain,
Ignoring the “someday” to stay in the grain.
You ask of his goals and you watch for the “why,”
While the Cognitive clouds drift away in the sky.
You don’t need a promise, a ring, or a sign,
Just the truth of the moment, one word at a time.

Because magic is easy, but building is slow,
And the “gorgeous” is only the start of the show.
So you keep the door open, but stay on the floor,
Until you are certain there’s something much more.
You breathe in the clarity, steady and real,
And let the truth lead what the heart wants to feel.