The fragrance of your presence fills my lungs, where would I be without the breath of you? The warmth of your touch is like oil poured forth.

I am so excited, I feel like dancing again. It feels as though I am floating, falling freely through space.

Catch me this time, like the apple of your eye. Be merciful to me, my desire is nothing but for a love renewed daily, as the sun rises in the east and journeys, invigorated, to the west… and begins again at every dawn.

I love you with a sustained infatuation, never fading, always honest.

It will always be you, my very reason for existence.

Love, Neul

I do not hate you.

Neither do I love you.

I simply hate that I am not in control of you.

Death:

I do not fear you.

I have simply come to terms with the inevitable.

I live in hope of life after death,

as all mortals must shed this earthly composition, so must I.

In the day of The Lord's Power,

I shall live again,

though my body must be planted as seed.

Time and Death:

Time and Death seems to be in a cordial relationship,

as time seems to push me towards death

as I age.

Then comes the pains and joys of living,

the daily wants for our needs to be met,

our mortal desires ever growing unsatisfied.

I know this won’t be an easy thing to hear. I imagine she’s pictured a life free of such complications.

To tell her I had a child out of wedlock, long before we met…
To convince her that my past won't come back to hurt her…
To assure her that loving my baby as her own would only make me love her more…

And so, I hesitate.

I wonder: is she mature enough? Does she have the emotional capacity to truly accept my darling daughter as part of my life, soon to be ours? Would she want to love me even after learning that her first child with me wouldn't be my first? How can I convince her that all our children would be loved equally, without bias, without exception?

Still, I hesitate.
I’ve learned that hesitation isn’t always the best way to handle things like this. But saying too much, too soon, might also make me seem less desirable, too complex, too burdened.

So what do I do?
When do I tell her?

Because I think I love her.
I believe she has everything I’ve hoped for in a wife and more.
But I’m afraid of losing her.

When is the right time to tell her?
How do I tell her?

Love, Nuel

I look forward to better days and cozy mornings when you send me a voice note saying how much you miss me or how hearing my voice would make your day.

When I open Instagram and see countless reels you’ve sent me, especially the ones you think are funny, it brings me joy.

But sometimes, my imagination runs wild.

In the spirit of open communication, I’ve noticed you haven’t really been matching my energy or reciprocating my efforts. At least not entirely.

Don’t get me wrong, I know you like me. You enjoy my company and comfort. I know I make you laugh and sometimes even happy. You send me pictures when I ask (i hope some days soon i wouldn't have to ask), you’re soft, lovely, and more. You pick up my calls and respond to my messages, and I truly appreciate all of that.

But sometimes, I feel stressed waiting for you to reciprocate. Sometimes, it’s exhausting. Sometimes… it is what it is.

I see you learning to trust me more. I know the kinds of conversations you enjoy, and I welcome them all. I’ve noticed you starting conversations now, and I love that, Lord knows I enjoy those the most.

Yet, there’s still something in me that wonders: "You do not see the effort? Don’t just assume it’s there."

I want to be available to you, knowing you feel the same way about me. I’m not asking you to force anything, just to understand me and meet me halfway if you truly feel this too.

Maybe all of this is premature, but sometimes I feel like I’m the only one keeping our conversations alive. If I stopped today, would you reach out? Or would everything just fade away?

If that were the case, maybe it’s best if I step back for a bit, to wait, to watch, and to give you space to breathe, to calmly process your thoughts and see where your heart truly is.

I’m tempted to do this so you don’t feel like I’m ghosting you. I want you to think about you and me, and show me some of yourself.

The chase, ideally, should be reciprocal efforts. Sometimes I fear I don’t see you seeking me out. You wait for me, and I’m getting burnt out.

There’s only so much I can do when my efforts aren’t fueled by yours.

We both know this is just the talking stage. All this may be premature or not, but I feel these same energies will carry over to the next stage. If I don’t speak up now, if we don’t work us out, I’ll just endure this dissatisfaction indefinitely.

Here’s the truth: I want more of you. We’re fundamentally different people, and that’s okay. We can teach each other our love languages, learn how we want to be loved, held, treated, and respected.

I know these words might upset you. I hope they don’t. I hope they breathe life into your heart instead. Because I’m writing this precisely because I care. I haven’t taken the easy way out; I’ve chosen to stick with you, to share these thoughts with you.

What I want is a mature, healthy, communication-driven love with you. A space where you’re comfortable sharing your discomforts with me. Where you teach me how you want to be loved, held, and cared for, just as I’ll educate you.

I woke up this morning thinking about how I’d like to write you a poem, to tell you how I think you’re the love of my life, the most beautiful woman on earth, and how you make me feel. I guess this, in many ways, is equally a love letter to you.

Love, Nuel

23rd July, 2025

Come into my world, yes, you.

Come take a look; you might find something interesting.

It’s days journey into this soul of mine; you might just find me.

I assure you, there’s madness in here. The journey into my soul, deep within my subconscious, I dare to examine.

Come, take a walk through these lanes. We could wave goodbye to sad memories, say hello to the good ones, and embrace the brave ones; like the time I first told you I loved you. That was brave of me. Somehow, that memory faded into gray, lingering in dark alleys, lanes I wish never to travel again. Give me courage to look again, light to see hope, and faith to believe in new love.

Come, take a walk with me, hand in hand, as we visit my best childhood memories of Christmas and love, of long strolls with Mother as we return from the house of worship, from the presence of He whom I have vowed to forever give reverence and praise.

Come, take a seat, rest a while. Smile at all my little achievements and how far I’ve come, even the beautiful mistakes along these lanes. Then I met you, yes, you, the light in my world, second only to His Glory and Grace. Look, as you walked by, I thought I’d never seen a creature so beautiful and marvelous. Perhaps our steps were destined to cross, our paths meant to meet. Perhaps, if we linger a little longer, we can relish this moment. But time moves differently here. Quickly now, we must move forward, for we have many days to write, many stories to uncover. This love story is the next page we must turn, the next chapters we must etch into these new lanes forming.

Come, take a look at my fears and troubles. I fear I may never be enough, may never satisfy. I fear I may not give you all of me as I wish I could. I fear I may not communicate the depths of my heart’s call toward you. Come, take a look, see, it’s not all together yet, but it’s beautiful. Something is churning in the deep. I wonder who’s stirring.

Come, stand beside me for a moment on this mountain peak. Let’s look to precious promises ahead, beyond today’s valleys and yesterday’s shadows, to the dawn of a new day. The joys ahead, we must look forward.

Give me a kiss and a hug, a warm hug. Let the warmth of our souls collide as we’re blown away by this gentle, quiet breeze.Come, tell me about your fears. Let’s archive them in these lanes, never to be seen again. I will be your guard; I will mount watch over your love and heart. Your warrior, I’ll defend and protect you, marching to war at every instance of trouble I perceive.

Come, the bridge on the path hasn’t been built yet, but its lanes have begun to form. It’s our tomorrow, our lives together as they may be. Will you build with me? It doesn’t yet appear what our lives will be, but look ahead, it’s brighter than the noonday sun, carrying the destinies of a billion stars, the weight of life, the presence of eternity, molded by God’s own hands.

Come into my world, and you will find love like never before, love that lives and breathes, my soul’s streams flowing from Eden, the garden of God’s heart. We are planted by the river of life, our paradise.

Come, take a leap, Come into my world.

Come.

Warm embraces in the Arctic, a continent alone without you.

Faceless memories, we fade into grey; strangers once more we become.

This heart knew love once, yes, the warmth of it. Once blazing flames remain embers of time.

Remember my smiles when you danced about me; its glow you orbited. The Voyager, soon out of touch, travelling into space beyond, never shall we collide.

Soothing your lips, soft your voice. Only echoes remain.

Loud memories of laughter heard eons ago beneath these layers, a treasure trove of ancient mysteries. Dig!

Perfect craft, our figures; in harmony, our souls entwined. Eternity felt but a moment. Chaos did birth this singularity we endure towards infinity.

So, my darling dove, fly. Away you went, the close of a beautiful story unwritten, its songs never heard, its rhythm never felt, its drums never spoke aloud, It's chapters never discovered.

If my tears could I count, and water in the palms of my hands could I carry, then surely I did all but win your heart.

Let the waves carry me along. Struggle I must not, else in vain I am spent.

So I did ask once, but my heart did ask a million times over. In kindness I did ask, in chivalry I did ask, in gentleness I did ask, in longest suffering I endured.

I never did spark your flames. I didn't hurt you enough. Never was I bad enough to strike you down. So away you flew, better the wolves’ claws than the shepherd’s embrace.

My last goodbyes to love lost. Beyond the stars i sojourn to see you again never.

Love, Nuel

16th May, 2025

You are one in a billion. No, one in a 8 billion is more accurate.

There is none like you and never there will be,

None smilies as beautiful as you,

Laughs as sweaty,

Or shines as brightly as you do. (So fineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)

If you were cloned, an exact physical copy was made,

I’d still choose you.

Your uniqueness can not be imitated,

A masterpiece of God’s own hands.

You were crafted in His wondrous mind,

beautifully and wonderfully made.

The apple of his eyes,

i want but only a glimpse of your radiant glow forever in mine.

You are as beautiful as an angel my darling, my dove.

Graceful as cedars standing tall,

Fair like the sun at solace.

You are my miracle,

My summer warmth,

My Midnight glow.

Thoughts of you floods my mind like raging seas 🌊 ,

Held back only by natures ordinances.

Perhaps in time and given the chance we would share blissful moments,

make loving memories as we each becomes the other's favourite person,

Your choice of one in 8 billion.

Love OhKingNuel

Grant me the time, i pray thee, (i read some Shakespeare today, lol)

To know thine heart, to inquire of present stay, especially the blossoming lady you are yet becoming. Let me some day soon declare " i love you today, tomorrow and forevermore " because i know loving you will be heaven on earth, eternal.

I intend to choose you whole heartedly without fear, anxiety and worry of what tomorrow may bring. My choice in you will be guided by wisdom and the rooms of our shared life will be adorned with knowledge and understanding.

Allow me, I beseech thee, plant a seed of love within your heart, a seed I promise to tend with care, patience, and devotion, until it grows into something beautiful and enduring.

( you can see i have a long way to go before i can sound like Shakespeare).

Our love will be like a tree planted by the river of life, bearing fruit sweet and abundant, flourishing in its seasons. Let it grow from a single seed into a garden, radiant like the hills of Zion, its foundation as strong and unshaken as the city of God’s house. It will rest on pillars of jasper, sapphire, emeralds, topaz, beryl, jacinth, amethyst, chrysoprase. Precious and enduring.

In this garden, our love will bloom in tenderness, kindness, and care for one another. Our eyes will shine like the noonday sun, and in all things, Jesus is glorified ultimately.

So now my darling dove, the one whom my heart seeks,

Beautiful beyond description, joy of mine heart.

A queen among women is my beloved, Girdled with grace, elegant in all your ways.

Voice soft as silk, is a melody to my soul.

You are the best there is, and my heart yearns for yours.

Love OhKingNuel

This should have been written and sent on your birthday, but no rush, time is all we have. Just so you know, that I celebrate you just as often as I think of you, which, I must admit, is probably more often than is healthy.

As you age like fine wine i pray for the renewal of your spirit also, grace for every season, audacity in the right moments, boldness to take charge.

Like new wine in fresh wineskins, may you be continually refreshed in Christ. In this new season, may you enjoy the leading of the Holy Spirit more and more.

To me, you are the likeness of perfection.

One could argue however, that you are’t without flaws and is what makes you authentic.

True beauty isn’t about being flawless, it simply is, accepted for what it truly is: beautiful. And that is exactly what you are.

the shape of you is divine,

The shape of water ever new and changing,

Strong and resilient, yet calm and gentle.

You hold my eyes captive, my thoughts always wandering towards you.

Think about how I can love you better, be a comforting friend,

and make your life a little easier and brighter.

limitless beauty stretching towards infinity,

Your Smiles so captivating, always charming,

Making you laugh is pure joy for me.

As I seek the shape of you,

I look forward to unfolding your forms.

Perhaps through a few calls here and there, some dates, but know this, my intentions are ever true

Love OhKingNuel

Yes, I’ve heard that phrase before:
“You don’t even know me.”
Well, all I can say to that
Is that I’ll have enough time to know you.
We have our lives ahead,
Each day a lesson to be learned
Of and about you.

To discover every curve and edge,
To find things of depth and value,
To mine precious jewels
From the depths of your wonderful soul.

Even at the turn of age 90,
I know I’ll still be fascinated by you,
The enigma of your personality.

But you find it hard to believe
That love would find you so suddenly.
So quickly,
As I sweep you off your feet.
Too soon to process it.
Unsure if this is real?

The uncertainty...
The questions you ponder in your heart—
How can this be real?
What is this love?
The question begs.

A masterpiece crafted by hands so fine.

Her smile’s a sunrise, her laugh’s a tune,

She lights up the night and outshines the moon.

Her grace is a whisper, soft as the breeze,

A beauty that dances with ease through the trees.

Her presence, a warmth that melts the cold,

A story of wonder, forever retold.

Ọ̀rẹ́ mi owó, ẹni tí ọkàn mi ń fẹ́.

Oyin ní ẹnu mi, dídùn nínú ọkàn mi.

Ẹni tí yóò di ìyàwó ìfẹ́ mi ní ọjọ́ kan.

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My dear friend,  the one in whom my soul desires.

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Honey in my mouth,  sweetness in my soul.

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The one who will one day be my loving bride.

I would like to share a destination in mind, a journey we can take together.  Let us both walk life's streets hand in hand.

Alayo mi ni,

My joy and peace. 

Do not be overwhelmed, do not worry, i bring good tidings.

I am the bearer of good news, i walk with happy feets.

Racing to your door, gentle knocks at your heart.

Open up my beloved, open that i may come in.

Who is he who knocks gently at your door? 

It is the Bridegroom.