Love Fiercely

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24 hours to love, hopeless romantic, love fiercely

Love Fiercely!

Breathe deep and do more of what makes you happy while you can.

Book The Flight!

Dance in the rain and write your name in the sand.

Stay close to people who feel like sunlight,

Give this world good energy,

And Shine your light on the world.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Give people their flowers while they’re here,

And Spread love like it’s your last day in this world.

I mean, if you had 24 hours to love,

What would you say? What would you do?

The perfect time never arrives,

Don’t wait to compliment her eyes,

Don’t hesitate to tell her she is beautiful.

If you love that woman,

You better send her flowers with notecards that read Just Because – just because!

If you know she’d be missed immensely,

You better not wait until she’s gone to appreciate all that she was.

 

If time was running out,

Would you personify Sade’s I Couldn’t Love You More?

If I told you you are a Beautiful Surprise,

Would you leave me like Meshell Ndegeocello – Outside Your Door?

When I remind you:

Such pretty hair

And whisper so beautiful in your ear,

Am I wrong to think Forever My Lady?

How do you suppose I have a type when you are the prototype, sweet lady?

Would hear my love language in my silence?

Would you see the smile in my heart speaks of I think I’m in love again?

If ever I should get a little shy,

Shall I serenade thee with a little If I Should Ever Fall In Love Again?

And should emotions make you cry sometimes,

May you tell me When Will I See Your Smile Again?

 

When I wish that you were mine,

Shall I summon thee with A Ribbon In The Sky or My Cherie Amour?

If time is like a clock in my heart,

Would you Show Me Love like Alicia and Miguel sang, when I walk through the door?

If I told you I love you in place where there’s no space or time,

Would ye sideways, upside down, ceiling or the ground,

Each hour – each second – each minute – each day?

When I text you should be here,

Would reply smiling face with 3 hearts, on the way?

I mean, how could you tell me leave when you mean stay,

When those pretty brown eyes say you’ve already played with the idea of me being here,

Although it’s getting late

And your smile is beaming of woke up this morning – (is it the way) on replay?

 

–@StevieStreets #hopelessromantic Love Fiercely (Everything I Never Told You revisited)

 

The Poet, The Muse, and The Poems

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hopeless romantic, muse, petrarch, poems, poet, romeo & juliet, shakespeare, the balcony scene

For the same reason that sonnets were written about Laura;
like the balcony scene in Romeo & Juliet,
like the sweet sound of songbirds in duet,
I became a hopeless romantic the moment I saw her.

–@StevieStreets | Love, Love, Love (the poet, the muse, and the poems) abridged

Burning Sage

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black girl magic, good vibes only, hey natural hair, sage, smudging, sweetgrass, wcw

I got a thing for women that burn sage
And rock box braids

I’m a fan of sisterlocks with the updo or the french braids
I know my wcw is out there somewhere knockin’ Erykah Badu smudging sage
Wafting good vibes in the air

I got an affinity for kinky hair
I’m looking for a melanated sister, crowned with natural hair
She could don a headwrap or rock Jane Carter Solution in her hair

I got short hair love too, you could shave your head boo
I don’t care
I’ll take a baldheaded queen with style and flair
Long as your energy is soothing to my soul, we could roll

I need someone whose energy is healing to my soul
Hey Natural Hair, I could feel it in the air
I love you’re energy, you’re such a beautiful soul
Maybe we could stroll through a bookstore
Or discourse privately amid swirls of incense and remnants of neo – soul

You can catch me manifesting with ancient mystics, scrubbing sweetgrass smoke into my palms
But don’t be alarmed
Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on

I mean…
It’s nothin’ but good vibes over here
Dear Black Coffee,
There’s no need for chamomile tea or lavender oil whenever you are near

To clear the air
I represent the good vibes only tribe over here
Yet I find myself awaiting that sweet awakening, my dear
Yeah, I’m sweet on that Black Girl Magic
It feels like daylight, daylight whenever you appear
I gotta keep you near

I mean,
Everybody loves the sunshine
Uh, yeah
I’m digging your whole vibe
Oh, gonna make you mine
Light the sage, let’s vibe

 

–@StevieStreets #hopelessromantic #poem | Burning Sage

Starry Night

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afro bloomin', black girl magic, cafe terrace at night, dawn, hopeless romantic, star eyes, starry night, sunflowers

Sweeter than the sound of mandolins on starry nights

Timeless as the beauty of the Starry Night

 

Oh star eyes,

Let me stargaze at the magic in your eyes tonight

Meet by the Café Terrace at Night

 

Maybe we can go on an art stroll or finger paint by candlelight

Let my fingers trace your outline

Let your hands fade into my hands,

I don’t want to know your hand from mine

Let me marvel at that Black Girl Magic neath the moonlight

 

I wanna serenade you with poems like:

“She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright” 1

 

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.” 2

 

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where…” 3

 

“I carry your heart with me (I carry it my heart)

I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear…)” 4

 

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” 5

Thou art the dawn that draws songbirds,

My Woman Crush Wednesday, everyday

 

Sweeter than the sound of mandolins on starry nights

Timeless as the beauty of the Starry Night

 

Oh Queen of 10,000 moons,

This loves jones got me seeking to be your Brother to the night

 

Come ‘ere,

I wanna shower you with kisses,

Plant a flower in your hair

Is that alright?

 

It’s like I wish upon a star when I smell the coconut oil in your hair

I got a thing for that twist out with the flower near your ear

 

Portraits of you in a yellow sundress with the afro bloomin’ dawn on me

Like honeybees alighting on Sunflowers on sunny days

 

Oh, how I adore your natural hair journey

And ah, that body language has so much to say…

That inner glow is like whoa

Oh, star eyes,

In the darkest hour you tend to brighten the day

 

Picture yellow roses with a message card that reads:

“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may” 6

And I say that to say…

I wanna shower you with flowers just because…

Just because you brighten my day

 

The very thought of you is reminiscent to Nina Simone’s Wild As the Wind on replay

Thank you for the essence of all that is you…

Consider this a memento to immortalize the beauty of your dark skin,

Those star eyes,

And the way you brighten my day

 

–@StevieStreets | from THE HOPELESS ROMANTIC COLLECTION: Starry Night

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1 She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron

2 Sonnet XLIII: How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

3 Sonnet XVII: One Hundred Love Sonnets by Pablo Neruda

4 I Carry Your Heart With Me (I Carry It In My Heart) by E.E. Cummings

5 Sonnet XVIII: Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? by William Shakespeare

6 To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick

 

🎨: Van Gogh

Dear Awkward Black Girl, I Get You

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000 moons, 10, black girl magic, dear awkward black girl, i get you, she's strange and i like it

Sundress looking lovely as the sunrise
All that Black Girl Magic with the magic in your eyes
How could I not get you? Lets make it official
DEAR AWKWARD BLACK GIRL, I Get You
Who would’ve thought I’d get you
YOU’RE ALL I NEED
I see 10,000 moons when I’m with you
I’ll gallivant around the galaxies and swoon Oshun just to get you

–@StevieStreets #igetyou #poem | Dear Awkward Black Girl, I Get You [she’s strange and i like it]

 

Trust The Magic: Black Magic, Love, and other Charms

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a couple of forevers, afro bloomin', black girl magic, bookish, cafe terrace at night, starry night, this magic moment

The only magic I still believe in is love…
Ms. three ninety-eight point two, where are you?
I frequent bookstores and libraries in search of you.
Stop me before I fall down the rabbit hole of love.

Gimme your love, gimme your love.

Don’t make me pull a rabbit out the hat,
Let me get lost in the magic in your eyes.
I got a thing for Black Girl hips and chocolate thighs.

Like a dove from a top hat,
You’re such a beautiful surprise.
I see you living life like it’s golden with them diamond eyes.

As the stars up above, your eyes shimmer of love.
I’m talkin’ forehead kisses and tight hugs,
White rose petals, cocoa butter back rubs.

I was through with love then – abracadabra – you appeared:
afro bloomin’ with flowers in your hair,
Hershey’s Kiss skin dipped in a tight sundress with the bookish eyewear.

In my darkest hour, the warmth of your smile was like a breath of fresh air…
On starry nights I wanna sit by the café terrace and adore the moonlight in your hair.
I know why the songbird sings but why do birds suddenly appear?

I’m cuckoo for the juju, the hoodoo is lulu…
What are these strange emotions that I’m feeling?
What is this love you speak of? Help me understand.
Put your hand in my hand, lay your head on my chest,
Listen to my heart neath the silent night’s air.

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
I wanna be the sweet nothings in your ear;
Like sleight of hand, I don’t wanna know my hand from your hand,
Let me put a ring on that finger right there.

Why do I get butterflies whenever you are near?
Why did Pablo write Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair?
Love is an antidepressant, I swear.

In the shadows of my mind, you are always there;
Please tell me what keeps you on my mind.

Did you put a spell on me? Tell me you’re something magical;
That Black Girl Magic got me losin’ my mind,
This kind of  voodoo is hard to find.

Could this be love? I want to taste of your lips like wine…

The magnetism of your ism got this hopeless romantic hoping to turn two into one this time.

I need to turn this magic moment into a couple of forevers this time.

–@StevieStreets #ibelieveinmagic #poem | Trust The Magic: black magic, love, and other charms

Kinky Tresses

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bantu knots, black girl magic, coconut oil, kinky hair, kinky twists, tresses, twist out, wcw, women crush wednesdays

I’m a sucker for kinky tresses
and tight dresses.

I’m mesmerized by the scent of coconut oil
and women that are loyal.

If you rock bantu knots or a twistout,
woman I adore you. 😍😍

Yeah – I’m a sucker for kinky tresses
and tight dresses.

–@StevieStreets #wcw #poem | Kinky Tresses: an ode to that ol’ black girl magic

The Art of Love

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dancing in the rain, emotional walls, hopeless romantic, the balcony scene, uncried tears

I wanna paint art on the walls that you built around your heart.

I can’t promise to erase the hurt,

I can only speak of the love that we can start.

Baby, we can create new memories;

let’s throw the bad memories out.

The world is a canvas, let’s make art.

Maybe we can canvass the world,

hold hands in the park.

I know emotional walls come from a legitimate place;

it’s an easy defense mechanism, when you need to feel safe.

I know your heart needs to heal,

I can give you both time and space

but I’d rather take you dancing in the rain to erase the uncried tears from your face.

Baby, we can create new memories;

let me turn your Heartbreak Hotel into a gallery space.

Let me show you all the magic that an artisan of love could make;

let me remind you that even at your worse you’re great.

I know at times you’re insecure as f***

but you are more than enough

and I adore you nevertheless, 

sweetheart, you are a work of art.

l know you’ve been running from relationships,

putting up walls to protect your heart

but I just wanna run my fingers through your hair,

ease your fear, kiss your forehead, keep you near,

kiss your neck, massage hands, nibble on your ear,

rub your feet, massage your mental,

explore the depths of your heart.

I see the vulnerable wild abandon in your eyes,

I see the capacity for empathy in your face;

I can’t promise to erase the hurt,

I can only speak of the love that we can start.

Baby, we can create new memories;

let’s throw the bad memories out.

The world is a canvas, let’s make art.

Maybe we can canvass the world,

hold hands in the park.

I wanna paint art on the walls that you built around heart.

Let me turn your Heartbreak Hotel into a gallery space.

Let’s go dancing in the rain to erase the uncried tears from your face.

I know emotional walls come from a legitimate place…

But what am I to do, knowing I love you

and you’re out here with uncried tears on your face?

What am I to do, when I’m out here like The Balcony Scene, 

adoring the windows of your soul like The Starry Night?

What am I to do, knowing that the walls that you are building will hide me from your eyes?

What am I to do, knowing that the walls that you have built to keep your heart safe

are the same walls that will put the mask of night upon thine face?

Oh love, sweet love! Wherefore art thou love?

Let’s turn this Heartbreak Hotel into a gallery space.

Let’s throw the bad memories out;

let’s go dancing in the rain to erase the uncried tears from your face.

Oh love, sweet love,

help this hopeless romanctic put the art in your heart once more.

Let me paint art on the walls that you built around your heart, forevermore.

–@StevieStreets #hopelessromantic #poem | The Art of Love

Cafe Terrace at Night

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ballroom dance, coffeehouse in the evening, girl with a mandolin, in a sentimental mood, starry night

She walks in beauty, like the night.
Radiant as the Cafe Terrace at Night.
Sweeter than the sound of mandolins on starry nights.
I need you to be my Girl with a Mandolin, the way you pull heartstrings.
Silence is golden; yet you make my heart sing.
You make me wanna speak the languages of love, 

like the songbirds sing.
Sweet Muse of mine, 

I need you to love me,

love me, love me, if only for one night.
You could be my star eyes,

let me get lost in the magic in your eyes tonight.
This Love Jones got me in a sentimental mood,

let me be your Brother to the night.
I want to ballroom dance on the sidewalk tonight;

let your hands fade into my hands,

I wanna feel your heartbeat next to mine tonight.
I’m in a Sentimental Mood;

Sweet Muse, put on your dancing shoes 

and meet me at the Cafe Terrace at Night.
–@StevieStreets #inasentimentalmood #poem | Cafe Terrace at Night

Naturally She’s Dope

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bantu knots, black girl magic, black girls rock, black love matters, ebony essence, kinky twists, melanated, natural and happy, natural hair journey, self-appreciation, self-love, twist out

I’m a fan of black girl hips and full lips…
I got a thing for that ol’ black girl magic, I must admit.

I’m a sucka for melanated exoticness and kinky twists.

Ain’t nothin’ like a beautiful sista…
afrobloomin’,
melanin poppin’,
sweet naturalista.

This is dedicated to the natural hair movement;
keep doing what you’re doin’…
Oh how I adore how black girls rock…
Yes! BLACK GIRLS ROCK!

God bless whoever coined the phrase “Black Girls Rock!”
Shout out to Beverly Bond
and all the black women that applaud black women;
I’m lovin’ the bond.
Yes! Black Girls Rock!

I like ’em black and educated,
highly melanated…
black love matters,
you could love it or hate it.
I need a pretty brown that’ll slay with cornrows or locs.
I’m looking for a love that’s not afraid to rock bantu knots.
I’ll probably tie the knot with a beautiful soul crowned with a twist out.

She’s the crown jewel and my muse;
when I meet her, she’ll be natural and happy…
eyebrows on fleek,
pearly white teeth with the twist out.

I got a thing for twists, puffs, and all that stuff; don’t get it twisted.
Let’s be specific;
I got a love jones for chocolate skin tones…
naturally she’s dope,
word to my shea butter soap.

I see heaven in her eyes ’cause the world is not enough.
But where is she?
I’m looking for the woman with the FREE ANGELA tee…

Her heart is golden yet she’s a diamond in the rough;
sweetest thang I’ve ever known yet her shoe game’s tough.

We need to break the Willie Lynch chip…
and she’s a symbol of hope.
We need to kill the Negropean…
and her iconic curls are a symbol of hope.
When I need to know black is beautiful, it’s team natural that keeps me afloat.

Her natural hair journey is an expedition of self-love and self-appreciation…
I had to take a moment to spread love and express my appreciation.
Brown skin…
I’m glad to see you lovin’ the skin you’re in;
’cause naturally you’re dope.

Yeah, I’m a fan of black girl hips and full lips…
’cause naturally she’s dope.

–@StevieStreets ebony essence | Naturally She’s Dope