I imagine what it'd be like, to fall in love, again.
I imagine what it'd be like to be captured by the heart, which God had sent.
I dream one day I am strong and brave enough; to take love on it's face.
I strive and hope, that one time, I can surrender to the humility it takes to, be in love.
Love in all it's grandeur, in it's royal robe would present itself in
a heart
unchained
unbound
unfettered by the restraints of an un-forgive-ness
unkempt ever slight, and forgetful---forgive-ful
of loves
gone by
I wonder about the love God has sent for me; I ponder about the man God created for me.
Is he surrounded by ghosts of women, ladies and girls who didn't work out for him? Does he search, wonder and dream of me? Does he know he loves me? Do I know I could love again?
I wonder and dream
I question and imagine
a love
a friendship
a passion
Love and all it's mystery; brings within the grasp of people, nothing but misery. Love, with all it's silly notions, feelings and emotions
running deep as the ocean.
Love, with it's grand idea; master scheme, night-time filled dreams....
Nothing, is ever, as it seems.
For to love another, is to die a little bit each day; to make, create and clear a way.
For love must come into, be brought into each entire difficult day. It must be number #1, must be the center of all attention. Cared for, tended to, comforted, caressed and surrendered to at any turn; for any reason, through any situation. To ignore, and take for granted leaves lovers in the direst of frustrations; contemplations and love loses it's power
Plus it's elevation.
Love loses it's crown.
To love, ever demanding, ever commanding. It cannot be ignored, will not be denied, and conquers the gravest, ugliest of lies. Of it's own power, in it's own way, with a sweet, light and gentle laugh, a precious innocent giggle.
Ever tyrannical, dynamic and powerful. Sweet, and subtle. Gentle and sweet, patient and forgiving....allowing for each day the two heart's it knows
a life worth living.
