"15th Floor of Joy" - David Garibaldi
“L’amour n’a pas de frontière.
Reste, car je t’aime comme tu es.
J’ai traversé l’océan du verbe, là je t’ai trouvé…”
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“Love has no boundaries.
Rest, because I love you as you are.
I crossed the ocean of words, then I found you….”
I’d love to agree that
As Men we need more lawyers,
And more doctors,
But I don’t.
I say we need more poets to preach to our daughters
Serenade our Mothers, you know, a drink of fresh water
We need bards, who truthfully spit bars in their honor
To no end,
One or two comma’s.
We need more Isis,
See, words are the water that helps the planted seed take form.
I’d love to get lost in the math and science projected by another’s persona
Woman is proof that God is one hell of a mathematician
Praises due to whoever took their fine pointed pen
And took some time to come up with the divine that is you
What it means to be a man can easily be misconstrued
It’s difficult , but i’m glad we have someone to be warm to
And thats my position.
It feels like i’m flying
But i’m still grounded firmly where I stand
Not on cloud nine , but on the fifteenth floor
With joy being much more than i can hold in my hands…
- Oct. 2010
. . . In retrospect, this is incredibly corny, but a majority of it still stands.