The Writings of My Brother

Wicked Lovely, The Original

 She is beautiful,

But she is poison.

She can seem caring,

Yet can still be deceiving.

She is kind,

But has a soul that will kill.

She talks like an angel,

But her intentions are never pure.

But I love her for she is my first ‘wicked lovely’.

 I love her but does she love me,

For she is my ‘Wicked Lovely?’

I sometimes think of her night and day,

And can’t help but wonder,

Does she love me?

Could she love me though I’m not famous?

Could she love me though I’m not rich?

Even then,

I’ll love her no matter what.

I’d sacrifice my life for her love,

 Even if she said I’m a nut.

 My Wicked lovely is like the apple of my eye.

Yet, she is like an early summer morning,

That pleasant smell of wet green grass.

If she were to go to Hell,

I would save her by slaying all the demons in Dantes Inferno,

And then I would slay Lucifer by fighting alongside the angel Michael.

She will draw out my dark side,

And destroy it as if cleaving it into two.

 She is the Lady Love who doesn’t smile at me anymore.

Is she still out there?

Does she even care?

Does she even want me?

Hopefully I can tame her wild spirit, before I die

I love her, but I’m not sure she loves me,

That’s why she is my ‘Wicked Lovely.’

 My wicked does not recognize my unconditional love for her,

I am like a part of the scenery, I Blend in with the rest of the world, unwanted.

But, yet my love for her is still left undaunted.

I once had asked her,

“Excuse me miss; what’s your name; where are you from;

Can I come and possibly can I take you out tonight?

Can I take to you to dinner, to the park; I’ll have you home before its dark,

So possibly can I take you out tonight?”

If she said yes, then I would have been the happiest man in the world.

Best friends, x friends until the end,

48 Maybe better off as lovers and not the other way around.

‘Wicked Lovely’ what I wonder what your are,

You astound me by far.

Anyone I’ve met is quite unlike you.

Your beauty causes jealousy among the most beautiful

Angels in heaven.

You have a wild young spirit that I’d like to tame.

You are the only Lady Love of my life,

And the Lady Love of my Mortality.

Your soul is the one that kills others.

All I ask for is your unconditional love.

‘Wicked Lovely’ if you were to go to Hell and I to Heaven,

 I’d give you a second chance by switching places with you.

 My ‘Wicked Lovely’ is all I ever wanted, she has innocence

Like that of an infant.

She is funny, she is irresistible, she is a temptation in her own self,

And the most beautiful girl I have gotten to know.

Out of all of my friends, she is the one I love the most.

Her hair is like the pure golden rays of sunlight that always

Breaks the clouds apart.

Her smile is as bright as a candle.

 She is the sweetness found in fruit punch, and the angel that caught my eye.

I swear I’ll love my ‘Wicked’ unconditionally,

I will be there for her in her greatest time of need.

And tonight I want to be her lullaby, let me be the one she thinks of.

Let me describe my ‘Wicked’, the way she smells so sweet,

She could be some perfume, if good looks were for a day, she’d be an eternity.

She’s so smart that she could be a school book; she is as sweet as honey,

And her smile is a beacon of hope and happiness.

The beautiful blue color of her eyes are like cosmic pearls,

They are beautiful, but easy to get lost in.

She is everything.

 She is my every minute of my every day.

 My ‘Wicked’ is every line, and every song,

And I sing along, because she is everything that I’ve waited for.

My wicked will be the death of me and I forgive her with all of my heart.

I send her my love and the Lord’s blessings,

And while she reads this I hope she knows that,

She freed this man’s spirit once more,

If there’s one thing I hope I show her, it’s that she should just,

 Give love to all.