For those of us who spend days seeking to fill the emptiness we find in our hearts, we know fate, or the powers above (which ever you adhere to) has a twisted sense of humor. So it should be no mystery to me why I find myself infatuated with that which I can not have in my life. Yet, like a steadfast detective, I toil away looking for clues that may reveal how I can resolve my heart's self-inflicted torment.
What soft light doth
fall upon my gaze,
when her eyes,
those windows to a
soul most precious,
look to me with question,
with wonder,
with love,
and in that stare
I lose myself.
Not unlike the moon
whose pale face awaits
the warm embrace of the sun,
I sit in darkness with my thoughts
and dream of a day
when our love is all
and all is not forsaken
to the secrets
of stolen moments
and the sweet pain
of love's lasting kiss.
What soft light doth
fall upon my gaze,
when her eyes,
those windows to a
soul most precious,
look to me with question,
with wonder,
with love,
and in that stare
I lose myself.
Not unlike the moon
whose pale face awaits
the warm embrace of the sun,
I sit in darkness with my thoughts
and dream of a day
when our love is all
and all is not forsaken
to the secrets
of stolen moments
and the sweet pain
of love's lasting kiss.
emily:
ah....I'll go to Portland someday.
jessica:
It would be a good idea to send my mom to a day spa, although she hasn't left the house besides work and church since like 1982, ha ha