own.
If only I could find a way, to say,
I enjoy every beat of who she is.
Her triumphs wear like gold on her skin.
I can resound softly in her disappointments,
and I can hold her and love her, like a Man.
Time and Chance …
So, let it be known, that the race is not geared towards
the swift, nor made to suit the strong…,
But time and chance; overtake them all.
(Ecclesiastes 9:11)
There is a window in life, where all things come to pass.
A time when good things happen, and sometimes very bad.
A period of grace, where a person may think, this is just
the norm;
to a placid point where they do not even see the quiet,
- before the storm.
A time that is set, to build up and then tare down,
A time when many tears may fall to the ground,
A time when anger appears to be your best and only friend,
An era where pain and suffering seems to simply have no end.
But then, there are also times of such intense good.
Where life is being all that it should;
a gift from God that it was meant to be;
For when I met you, that good moment finally happened for
me.
With so many factors between us;
Age, placement, timing, and status,
We have so much in common, yet remained in separate stasis.
(As time went by, in its unhurried sort of time-like way.)
From your travels, making yourself a marvel,
mentally, literally and culturally.
To my battles, forging me externally,
tenaciously, strenuously and somewhat bitterly.
But, when I am around you, things all feel smoothened so
evenly.
All the rough edges, blend together within the sound of your
voice and the flapping of soft wings, as time flies right
out the window.
And I sometimes think,
“I may have never met you.”
How unlucky would that have been?
My luck’s never been great, given the circumstances.
I am so lucky to ever have.
Why wouldn’t I celebrate …
In who you are?
No matter how close we may be,
Near or far.
Whether you like me or hate,
Prefer me or abhor me,
I love you.
Because you mean no one any harm.
Because I can see the good,
And I can see the strength,
And I can feel the peace,
And I can sense the struggle.
I can watch the light, brightly, as it shines in your smile,
And revel in the soft music of your voice,
as I receive the wisdom of your travels.
I can witness the pride in your stride
and the humbleness in your silence.
I cannot tell you, in the scope of this sometimes harsh and
brutal world,
Just how truly beautiful you are.
Where an energy so intangible, seems to shower away from you
like
pollen in the spring, has taken root and now grows inside my heart.
I can never possess you.
My touch might ruin you,
my kiss may devalue you,
but my honest love for you,
allows me to celebrate, that I met you
I think you are a wonderful person.
No matter if you feel nothing for me.
I cannot control the world. I can only witness it.
And wish in it.
My wish is to get to know you.
Be a friend.
And feel the snow that falls softly in my being when I am
close to you.
I know you feel this way about someone.
Maybe just not me.
Show me your heart.
Within
all of Your precious beauty,
please
(consider) showing me, Your heart.
Show
me the spot, where with which
I
can start –
To
speak words of deep love to,
towards
in the dark.
Please,
please, please allow me,
-
to see the spot,
where
with a wet fingered kiss,
I
can caress, the access of hidden bliss,
the
secret to Your cavernous seductiveness.
The
place where if I were allowed to go,
I
know,
exists
room to grow; room to get to know
what
makes You, You.
What
helplessly draws me in,
electing
to be the guardian,
to
the center of Your precious being.
Maybe
Your heart has been broken before ?
I
could find all the pieces.
Maybe
the trust has dried inside ?
I
could moisten the pain with pure tears to cry.
Maybe
it’s only a
If only I could find a way, to say,
I enjoy every beat of who she is.
Her triumphs wear like gold on her skin.
I can resound softly in her disappointments,
and I can hold her and love her, like a Man.
Time and Chance …
So, let it be known, that the race is not geared towards
the swift, nor made to suit the strong…,
But time and chance; overtake them all.
(Ecclesiastes 9:11)
There is a window in life, where all things come to pass.
A time when good things happen, and sometimes very bad.
A period of grace, where a person may think, this is just
the norm;
to a placid point where they do not even see the quiet,
- before the storm.
A time that is set, to build up and then tare down,
A time when many tears may fall to the ground,
A time when anger appears to be your best and only friend,
An era where pain and suffering seems to simply have no end.
But then, there are also times of such intense good.
Where life is being all that it should;
a gift from God that it was meant to be;
For when I met you, that good moment finally happened for
me.
With so many factors between us;
Age, placement, timing, and status,
We have so much in common, yet remained in separate stasis.
(As time went by, in its unhurried sort of time-like way.)
From your travels, making yourself a marvel,
mentally, literally and culturally.
To my battles, forging me externally,
tenaciously, strenuously and somewhat bitterly.
But, when I am around you, things all feel smoothened so
evenly.
All the rough edges, blend together within the sound of your
voice and the flapping of soft wings, as time flies right
out the window.
And I sometimes think,
“I may have never met you.”
How unlucky would that have been?
My luck’s never been great, given the circumstances.
I am so lucky to ever have.
Why wouldn’t I celebrate …
In who you are?
No matter how close we may be,
Near or far.
Whether you like me or hate,
Prefer me or abhor me,
I love you.
Because you mean no one any harm.
Because I can see the good,
And I can see the strength,
And I can feel the peace,
And I can sense the struggle.
I can watch the light, brightly, as it shines in your smile,
And revel in the soft music of your voice,
as I receive the wisdom of your travels.
I can witness the pride in your stride
and the humbleness in your silence.
I cannot tell you, in the scope of this sometimes harsh and
brutal world,
Just how truly beautiful you are.
Where an energy so intangible, seems to shower away from you
like
pollen in the spring, has taken root and now grows inside my heart.
I can never possess you.
My touch might ruin you,
my kiss may devalue you,
but my honest love for you,
allows me to celebrate, that I met you
I think you are a wonderful person.
No matter if you feel nothing for me.
I cannot control the world. I can only witness it.
And wish in it.
My wish is to get to know you.
Be a friend.
And feel the snow that falls softly in my being when I am
close to you.
I know you feel this way about someone.
Maybe just not me.
Show me your heart.
Within
all of Your precious beauty,
please
(consider) showing me, Your heart.
Show
me the spot, where with which
I
can start –
To
speak words of deep love to,
towards
in the dark.
Please,
please, please allow me,
-
to see the spot,
where
with a wet fingered kiss,
I
can caress, the access of hidden bliss,
the
secret to Your cavernous seductiveness.
The
place where if I were allowed to go,
I
know,
exists
room to grow; room to get to know
what
makes You, You.
What
helplessly draws me in,
electing
to be the guardian,
to
the center of Your precious being.
Maybe
Your heart has been broken before ?
I
could find all the pieces.
Maybe
the trust has dried inside ?
I
could moisten the pain with pure tears to cry.
Maybe
it’s only a
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