Worn Out and Old

For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told,
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, remade, like a casket of gold,
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

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Take Her Hand

Though I am old with wandering,
Though the hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands…

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The Eyes that changed my Heart

I will love no other as I have loved you

I miss you so much, I miss our walks in the park, and the
quiet moments we shared.  I’m not sure how or why those things got away, but
I’m willing to do just about anything to get them back. I miss the
morning texts and the late night phone calls, the laughter and the
fun.  Yes we are different, but there is something special about
being together, God I pray it’s not just that way for me.  I WANT you
in my life, hopefully admitting it is the first step to
make it happen.  Since I’ve known you, the waning of
the days and the cooling of the air, always seems to remind me of
that young girl kicking oak leaves in the park.  While a past event, and most
innocently one of the happiest I’ve known, there is great comfort
knowing that the eyes that changed my heart that day are only an hour away.

Also very glad to get to see a glimpse of the beautiful woman you’ve
become, it seems to reinforce the belief I’ve always held, that I
have loved you since I was able to love, I love you as my soul mate, my
friend and companion.  I love you as the woman who has inspired me to
become a better man, a freer spirit. Till the day I die,  I will love
no other as I have loved you.

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The Colors are Brighter

With you the colors are brighter, sounds are clearer there is a feeling of wholeness

I don’t want to forget…

“Yes I am glad we got back in touch, the joy of seeing you that day goes without words, and to be able to look into those beautiful blue eyes and tell you that I loved you, always have, and to thank for you the inspiration you have been in my life was a dream come true.  Can’t pass that coffeehouse and not smile.

The walk in the park, the early morning and the late night chats, the good nights and 143s.  But mostly the moments when you held my hand with fingers interlaced, you held me close, so close I could feel your heartbeat, and those moments of exhilaration when our lips met every so softly were only eclipsed by the warmth of your breath only my cheek when you whispered “I love you” in my ear.   Feelings turn into actions, to use your word, incredible.

When I am with you, in good times and bad, I feel complete, for what ever reason God has decided that to be.  With you the colors are brighter, sounds are clearer there is a feeling of wholeness.”

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Missing You, Still

Will the pain of missing you ever stop?

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Hope That Time Heals Us Both

I can be here with you and share the pain you feel

I can not take the pain away,
nor give you the opportunity to say one last good-bye.
I can be here with you and share the pain you feel,
and hope that time heals us both.

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