INTENTIONAL
Like a soldier braced for war,
I strap this breastplate to my chest,
Without a weapon to brandish,
I will wear my intentions on my sleeve,
For the days my heart won’t,
Let my intentions do the talking,
Go where actions speak loud,
And words won’t bend you,
I heard a story once,
Of a farmer that grew fields,
Rows and rows of flowers,
With his voice alone,
They say he would promise,
The petals every waking day,
They would glisten in the sun,
And for sure they did,
He would talk to the bees,
Tell them about his fields,
Of the pomp and colour,
And charm them with nectar,
Maybe I could do the same,
Promise you every day like the one before,
Not by words but by actions,
That I would speak in mentions,
So the growth you speak,
Precedes you into rooms,
Where you are yet to speak your name,
And shake hands with potential,
I give you my promise,
Like an unadulterated love,
That the words I give,
Like my actions are intentional
~Frankhie
