WHY
We prance, we dance,
we evade…. we sing, we laugh, we cry over the mundane
Why does this hope
feel like a precarious cliff, why does it feel like I’m fulfilling the “ifs”
Why darling, why, did
this love find its way home? And since love’s been gone, has it weakened? Has
it grown?
Eternal we’ll last,
time has no hold on us. It was us before it begun, we’re whole, when together
we’re one.
I’m determined to
write myself upon thy soul. To build you, mold you, back to the old you. Trust
in me my dear, my direction is unblemished. I encourage you to enjoy life, and
have the things that you relish.
It’s time for a new
dawn, a new view, time for you to see colors in different hues. It’s time to
make a choice, and you know what to choose…To see that smile I hold so dearly, to look
forward, to a new you…
Love should always be able to find it's way home... Beautiful poem, seems like a lucky girl there. :)
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