poem 2, for love.
You My Love
You have seen me at my less then best,
and still you gently hold me near.
and even seen me deep in private memories test,
and amid my fear, held me till they passed so near.
My broken bones and surgeries at a fast pace,
and all the dings and dents to hand.
You handled them with amazing grace,
and seemed to perhaps even understand.
I would give you all the world,
if I but knew the way to do it all for you.
I cant, and that hurt within my heart is hurled,
into the dark places where I keep it subdued.
I give instead the limits of all my soul can feel,
and try to do better along the path we share.
Loving you without restrain or hidden from the real,
I call it out to every star above, no gold could be so fair.
posted on 02/14/2004 9:16:22 PM PST
(We know the path they walk, and pray each step for them, till home they come to us.)
Hi Trike, thank you for two beautiful poems.
Trusting your body is healing and your pain is lessening.
posted on 02/14/2004 9:20:54 PM PST
by Soaring Feather
(~ I do Poetry and Party among the stars~)
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