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I can’t be certain if I am made to be what I am asked of.
I’ve found content in my happiness
But two sides tear at me. Deeply in love
I swell with every emotion for the one who
holds my heart. And I can feel her love,
I just hope it is not my own which is
my second side. The demon which has been formed of
my antagonizing thoughts of possibilities long forgotten.
Yet I hope they are my senses that come
to me and not a natural defense,
that tells me of your love
And of its present tense.
But though it may be present, future I also hope to be,
And I realize it be true when you speak words of love reflected onto me.
What opened doors will love bring for us?
Our love reflects in each others eyes,
And when I stare into yours I know that is must
be my own soul looking back on mine.
For the eyes are the window to the soul
And in yours ours are one,
Dwelling in the love that makes us whole,
Sending souls of loves misfortune into the sun,
With a love that makes the angels jealous.
I long to see what our love will bring,
But every moment together our love grows just
For our hearts grow closer and begin to sing,
Of our love forever to be a memory,
And my dreams come true with you as my destiny.
And now as time seems to fold,
I anticipate our next encounter and the love I soon will feel.
True love yes, for me, but for you can it be real?
But I care not to ask anymore for the question’s getting old.
I always find myself asking, only to be confronted
With reassurance only to be only to be questioned once again,
By my thoughts which seldom seem to end.
All I have, all I want is for our love to be trusted,
And I know it is but my human nature needs comforting.
Though this constant process may seem never ending,
One thought of your beauty and your love begin mending
My soul back together. For with you is happiness I can afford,
And the love you bestow upon me I would give my whole being,
And I have, and our love is one to be seen.
Help me find a way pass my compulsive rationalization.
Night and day constant torture over the love
I have found through you. And what is to be done
Of it? I know not but my hope looks onward toward the day of
Which I shall have you in my arms once again.
And then I hear the words of the fair Juliet
To her lover Romeo, "What’s in a name?"
But not just a name, a voice, and act, a persona. But let
It be love which guides us to our bitter end,
For bitter it will be if one of us shall
indeed perish with time not known how to spend,
But blissful in knowing that I loved you at all,
Know then that all my acts are in favor of love’s blindness,
And when your gone, though withered, the light of wholeness carries me on.
A nights fire lights within me
As I look upon my present state of loneliness.
And as the binding of a book, I hope to unfold
The reality of life and my place with thee.
For one cannot possibly hope to possess
Such things not within their own understanding,
An attempt is fruitless by ones such as ourselves, for we begin
To decipher reality in our own eyes and end up with less,
Because we are not seeing ourselves as a whole
With one another together with thoughts and feelings
But as an individual surrounded by fate.
And in the end two power of persuasion endeavor our soul.
Deep thought and basic emotions from, within the confinements of the heart,
Find comfort in the fact, life’s journey we all take.
What is life without a lover?
How can one hope to achieve wholeness with less?
But then comes the question if love will last forever.
But don’t judge me wrongly my heart knows how blessed I am,
To hold my lover’s hand and stare into her eyes,
Knowing her heart beats with mine and together love will never end,
Nor dim for when I embrace her in that bind
My body longs to be yours in togetherness,
And knowing, that when I look in your eyes, staring back not at my reflection,
I say, always growing of passion, I love you.
And not to explain the love I have,
But I find words no substitute or worthiness
To the love found within a kiss.
But do not misunderstand that the love I have salvaged
Through a simple glance involuntary to you,
But swelling inside of me, for just the
Thought of your sweet smile coherent with the
Flow of your hair and every characteristic I’d choose,
Would send me asunder, deeper in love
With the grace I was bestowed upon
That God himself must be part of.
For why otherwise could my emotions be laid down
To an impulse to make happiness come,
To this one my love has coveted.