A purity no mind can grasp.

My name is Joseph. I'm from SoCal. I love God, the Catholic Church, CFCY, my Filipino heritage, hardcore, pop punk, metalcore, rap, R&B, poetry, Harry Potter, Pope John Paul II, and krump. So...does that make me typical?

If…

If you were my girl,
I would hold your hand in mine like I’d hold a child: I’d treasure it, ‘cause measuring the worth of this moment of perfection would be like counting the swirls in each finger and the grooves in each palm: much more than I can ever fathom. Staring at them, I remember these hands, and the first time I held them: the day we made acquaintance, as we said our “nice to meet you”s. Your hand cupped in mine, simple innocence, in a sense, for while you thought nothing of it, I dreamed that those seconds would never be over as I attempted to keep composure. If you were mine, I’d cherish when our fingers intertwine, for this is simply a sign from the Divine.

If you were my girl,
The first time we kiss will be the epitome of bliss. Your lips gracing my lips, like taking small sips of Heaven in a shot glass, and those glimpses of separation would come much too fast. But your lips would mean much more to me, as I would not just count the lines of each lip, but I would bask in your words. Sweet, sweet words that come from the temple that is your mind. God has been too kind, that I was allowed to glimpse into your soul. If only peaks are what I’m granted, I won’t take it for granted. I wouldn’t just meet your lips with mine, but listen to what comes out of it. If I was yours, I would serenade your lips and watch your mouth, for when you said, “Yes”, you defeated my doubt.

If you were my girl,
I’d watch you watch me. If only you can see what I see, you’d witness beauty and grace, and an angelic face carved only by hands slightly more perfect than yours. I’d gaze into your eyes and find a breathtaking light that the cosmos can’t match. Neither cameras nor my own vision could attempt to fully catch the radiance you emanate. Capturing through memory or pixelation is a mere imitation of your charm that starts with your eyes. You, who’s seen the past without me and the present day by me, can you see with your beautiful brown eyes a future of us? Because I do, so if you dream it with eyes closed and uncertain, I’ll make sure to make this vision a reality. If you say yes, then I’ll drown in your eyes forever, with a gaze that time could never sever.

If you were my girl, 
I’d hold you close and listen to your heart beat. A drum with a rhythm of its own, self-sufficient yet yearning for another, both perfectly synced. For your heart, with scars and bruises, through highs and abuses, kickstarted from death, skipping from lack of breath, have gone through much, yet still beating with hope, I will slow my breathing for you, if only to have it beat at the same time as yours. Though mine races with excitement and lack of containment, I’ll tell it to take its time, for it must rhyme with your rhythm. I don’t know what your heart will do next, but if I hear it against me, I’ll be sure to take its cue, if mine at least beats next to you. If we are one, then two hearts’ synchronicity’s a matter of simplicity.

So if you’re willing, then let our hands intertwine. If you’re yearning, have your lips fold with mine. If you’re ready, let our gazes attach. If you’re able, let our heartbeats match. If you were my girl, I’d be more than complete. Therefore, let us finally meet.

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