I thought I stopped lovin’ you.
I thought all the lovely feelin’s were through.
I thought we’re friends and merely that.
I thought that was fine- we spoke with tact.
But now you’ve got her under your arm.
The way you and I used to walk along..
I guess I’m not quite over you.
You got me hopin’ for a time that’s through.
The time I thought you loved me too.
I guess I’m not quite over you.
Cuz’ now I lay here feelin’ blue.
Thinkin’ about the time I thought you loved me too.
I put the reasons on this list.
With dotted i’s and crossed t’s
I wrote it with my favorite pen.
It was done with painful ease.
My reasons read like this:
Maybe I shouldn’t feel this way
Maybe too quickly we grew in love
Maybe our timing just isn’t right
And maybe you’re not “the one.”
It’s never been this easy.
How can it be so easy?
No, no ,no….
It shouldn’t be this easy.
I’ve been through love before.
It left me with nothing but pain
And that’s why I wanted to say goodbye
Before you had the chance
To leave me out in the rain.
And that is why…
I put the reasons on this list-
With dotted i’s and crossed t’s.
I wrote it with my favorite pen.
It was done with painful ease.
My reasons read like this:
Maybe I shouldn’t feel this way..
Maybe too quickly we grew in love..
Maybe our timing just isn’t right..
And maybe you’re not “the one..”
I had it here in this envelope.
On the outside- your name in calligraphy.
I sealed it with a farewell kiss.
I promised it was my final plea.
I wanted it to not be this way.
I’d rather never see you go,
But I’ve learned to hurry and say goodbye
Before I’m alone; freezing in the snow
But I’m tearing it up right here, in front of you.
And the truth is something you have to know.
I know you and I are meant to be.
I heard it all in how you said “hello.”
Love me softly.
Love me tonight.
Hold me tightly.
I’m by your side.
You turn my gray skies to blue.
You took my lonely times-
And filled them with you.
Your brown eyes alone, turn my gray skies to blue.
I’d ask you not to leave,
But I know you wouldn’t, couldn’t.
Love is not a fleeting thing.
Love, your eyes are telling me…
They tell me…
Gently they tell me…
Forever they’ll tell me…
Your eyes tell me…
From the ground,
We witnessed unparalleled beauty;
A lake of turquoise glass
Surrounded by peaks of rock and ice.
Despite the beauty we now beheld,
We set out to find more;
Our one desire- a higher perspective.
We made a cautious ascension.
Step-by-step, we guided each other;
He held my hand,
And I had his back.
Together we were able
To accomplish our goal.
We found our higher perspective.
Our two preceding generations
Waved from the ground.
We attempted to capture our moment
With shutters and flashes.
But it is hard to give nature justice
When you limit it to a four-by-six.
Excuse me, Gentle man. Pardon me, Fair lady. I must tell you both the truth. The world is starting to doubt your existence. We have all been waiting for the two of you to show up. Don’t let us all down. Gentle man, we need you to prove that chivalry is not dead. Perhaps Sir Chivalry has just been taking a rather long nap. However, it’s time for him to wake! So would you be so kind as to wake him for us? Remind him of his vitally important job. I fear the world is beginning to lose hope. Glorious Fair lady, show the world your lovely face again. Everyone seems to be forgetting what you look like. The women are forgetting when to hold their tongues and when to speak. They go on swaggering and swearing like rude men. Come on, dear friends. Gentle man and Fair lady, the world is desperate for some of your wonderful tag-team action. Only you two are capable. Oh, I know you can do it! But please, do hurry before it’s too late!
Thank you kindly,
Dear watering can.
You have saved my life
Time and time again.
You have nourished me back to health
When everyone else
Considered me lost.
I, a simple flower,
Become bruised and wilted at times.
But because of you,
I bud and blossom again.
My roots are given the strength
To withstand the hottest of days
Because of your sweet, constant
Flow of love.
Again, I thank you,
Dearest watering can,
For never giving up on me.
It is because of you
I am becoming the flower
That I will forever be.
We seem never to stop, but to drive on forever. The air is fresh and the colors have begun to change as the grandfather leaves make way for the generations to come. Some of us are awake and are observing all that surrounds. Others sleep with the desire of waking only once the destination has been reached. The steady flow of air coming out of the vent makes the hair on the heads of every passenger dance; and causes their bones to be chilled to the core. Some headphones are screaming into the ears of their devoted listeners. Others are singing sweet melodies that gently give meaning to everything that is happening in the listeners life. The mile markers race by, and the billboards shout out the opinions of someone else. They are attempting to persuade us into squandering our money away by buying whatever nonsense they offer. The billboards offer not only “fireworks” but also “discount tobacco”! Who could resist that irresistible combination?! Well, don’t worry, we can resist them, and we will. The median shoots up in the middle of the highway. It forms a thick wall of trees dividing those heading north from those heading south. However, never fear! The median will soon cease, and all will be united again. The sky is perfectly clear. Mr. Sun could scorch us if he desired, but he doesn’t. He just softly reaches into the van and warms our faces. The golden rod is humble, but the telephone poles refuse to bend unless broken by force.The bumps in this slipshod road are becoming monotonous with their repetition. The abandoned house to our right is telling us something; a story. The shutters are falling from the face of the house as tears fall on the face of a lonely child. The house just wants to be loved; to be called ‘home’ by someone. It wants to be the place a tired family chooses to come to at the end of a long stress-filled day. The house desires to be recognized as a place of love, warmth, and comfort. It doesn’t feel these things today, but it holds on to the hope of a new tomorrow. We, like the abandoned house, are holding on to the hope of tomorrow; a new joy, a new discovery.
The day was cold and the biting wind blew
Unrelentingly, piercing my senses.
Snow upon the ground told my feet, “Keep moving;”
Constantly forward, constantly, constant.
The trees hung over my path quietly
Shouting all I had done wrong; all I’d lost.
But just as I was convinced all was gone,
Through the towering trees came rays of light.
They warmed my face, whispering all would be well.
All, in the end, would be okay. I sped
Up my pace. I was going somewhere now,
But to where was still left to the unknown.
I had to trust the small flecks of light that,
Daring to break through the darkness, led me.
They showed me where I was, where I didn’t
Desire to go, where I was headed, but
Not, in the end, where I would find myself.
I pressed forward; never before knowing
Such hope, such strength, such peace of mind.
I could endure all with the light guiding
Me through all I had once so deeply feared.
Suddenly, the path I walked grew narrow.
At the same moment, the light grew brighter.
The path opened up and I found myself
Standing firmly on a hill amid a
Sea of valleys. I could see all from here.
All I had ever desperately searched for
Was right in front of me, within my grasp.
The radiant sun warmed me to the core.
On the hill, I made a resolution.
As long as I should dream, love, hope, and live,
I would tread only where the light would guide.
