nimiipuu

Soft you day, be velvet soft,
My true love approaches,
Look you bright, you dusty sun,
Array your golden coaches.

Soft you wind, be soft as silk
My true love is speaking.
Hold you birds, your silver throats,
There golden voice I'm seeking.

Come you death, in haste do come
My shroud of black be weaving,
Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet,
My true love is leaving.



Today I wake and feel even lonelier
But I see psoitive potential
My heart shook much like a quake
Then the pain was gone
The arctic breeze formed the fortress
Barricading my fragile heart from pain

It is not that I don't love you
and it was because I do love you
That I must move on
As long as I breathe
I will remember
"US"

Two poems from two of my favorite artists. Both poets deal a lot with love. More so loss of love. Yet not lose of life. Meaning there is something after this heartache.

They say that there is someone out there for all of us. Maybe thats true but what about all of those that finish there lives alone? Never finding that one. Maybe there out there. Maybe that person on the street that bumped into you and mearly said sorry and continued on there way. What if that was them? Your one chance in this life to find uncodicional love recipercated. How would we know until it was to late.