As I stare at the sun,
I pause to remember…
The light in your eyes,
The smile on your face,
As I took your hand, and led you away…
Your beauty put the sun to shame!
And your smile, made me feel warmth when nothing else could.
When you smile at me that way,
Nothing feels out of place…
As long as you’re here, my world is complete.
You’re my light,
My love...
My only warmth in this world…
Friday, February 4, 2011
Partners and balance
I’m a broken person, that can’t be fixed.
Oh how I wish, there was a way,
To undo all that’s been done…
And to start anew!
But alas,
Such a path does not exist.
So we must live with any, and all regrets…
But do not feel ashamed,
For no one is perfect.
Everyone has felt, the stinging bite of pain.
But,
Joy and pain, go together.
Just as the sun and rain work together.
The sun equals life, as does the rain.
One cannot work, without the other.
A perfect balance it seems, each making the other sweeter.
So we too,
Must make the most of our joys and pains…
A balance is always there, no matter how hidden.
Joy cannot exist without its partner,
Pain…
Oh how I wish, there was a way,
To undo all that’s been done…
And to start anew!
But alas,
Such a path does not exist.
So we must live with any, and all regrets…
But do not feel ashamed,
For no one is perfect.
Everyone has felt, the stinging bite of pain.
But,
Joy and pain, go together.
Just as the sun and rain work together.
The sun equals life, as does the rain.
One cannot work, without the other.
A perfect balance it seems, each making the other sweeter.
So we too,
Must make the most of our joys and pains…
A balance is always there, no matter how hidden.
Joy cannot exist without its partner,
Pain…
Haunting...
A Kiss, a Touch,
A Hope, a Dream.
A Beginning, an End…
A promise broken,
A tear so sweet…
I whisper your name.
Wanting, needing, but having not.
Oh how bittersweet this fairytale was,
But all fairytales have an end it seems...
So,
New stories must be written.
For the old ones to fade,
Fade but not disappear.
For once you’ve felt the sweet touch of love,
It cannot be forgotten…
It may be pushed aside,
But its memory is always haunting.
Always calling…
A Hope, a Dream.
A Beginning, an End…
A promise broken,
A tear so sweet…
I whisper your name.
Wanting, needing, but having not.
Oh how bittersweet this fairytale was,
But all fairytales have an end it seems...
So,
New stories must be written.
For the old ones to fade,
Fade but not disappear.
For once you’ve felt the sweet touch of love,
It cannot be forgotten…
It may be pushed aside,
But its memory is always haunting.
Always calling…
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