Everlasting

The Reality of Thorns

How many souls throughout time have started off a line in a poem, a song or a letter with "I have loved you with an everlasting love." It seems silly to those who have never deeply loved but for those who have; the word "everlasting" resonates inside their soul because it's the only one that fits.

That word means I could live without you,

That word means I could live without you, but I don't want to. I will be okay without you, but I don't want to be. Yes, I'll be fine without you by my side, but that space when I am walking, sitting or talking at a party will seem empty without you in it.

It is a forever word that says, even if I can't have you, I will always love you "everlasting" in whatever way God allows. Together, apart, close by, far away, in dreams, in memories, but most particularly in quiet moments when my mind is free to roam.

Only those with an "everlasting" love understand why, even when surrounded by friends and loved ones, there is someone you quietly think about in the back of your mind, always. Because everlasting, is the same word as "always" no matter what.

The dream for most is the reality of your "everlasting" in that space next to you when you walk, sit and talk at parties. When surrounded by loved ones your "everlasting" is not just in the back of your mind, but by your side.

If your love ebbs and flows like a river, the degree going up and down, turning left and right when you don't get what you want, when you want it, then "everlasting" has not been found. True "everlasting" is an anchor "always" holding our boats in place when the waves come and wind's blow.

Dear Reader, ask yourself "is this love" before you claim the word as your own, or an illusion of perfection with expectations to topple and dethrone? Is it flash in the pan desire lingering for only a while, once satisfied it will leave your heart for the latest and greatest next style?

Time, friendship and yes, a good bit of desire, are the best fuels to light "everlasting's" forever fire. Oh to be blessed....to breathe out the word "everlasting" with someone in mind. Knowing there is someone breathing in the same air with you in mind.

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The Reality of Thorns

I wonder if true love, real love is found in the softness of a deep friendship? A growing kind of thing watered by morning coffee and late night conversation's courtship.

Maybe that's why so many sonnets of old include the softness of nature in their prose. Bringing to mind the soft petals of a flower, or reflecting on love made while

I wonder if true love, real love is found in the softness of a deep friendship? A growing kind of thing watered by morning coffee and late night conversation's courtship.

Maybe that's why so many sonnets of old include the softness of nature in their prose. Bringing to mind the soft petals of a flower, or reflecting on love made while listening to a soft rain shower.

The softness of a true love's touch, when your not feeling well or down on your luck. Deep love, soft in it's brushing touch across your back, reminding it's intended, I am here, my attention you will never lack.

If love is truly soft, the reality of our lovers thorns will hurt us some days. If love is hard and built on illusions of perfection, their thorns will easily turn many away. These Illusions of perfection built only in our minds, will always fold into reality with life's passing time.

Even red flags blow softly in the wind, some too big to overcome for true love to win. But, some when combined with yellow, green and white bring balance to our days and soft love to our nights.

We are all bruised, broken and beautiful needing love's soft petal touch, holding tight to reality so it's easier to endure the thorns on the one we love so much.

Disappointment has killed many real life stories, when it's first chapter could only be found in movies with a happy ending glory.

So what do we do with these perfect illusions we build in our minds? How do we face the reality of our disappointments that will surely come in time? Maybe love grown softly surrounded by grace, is a thousand times better than fast love easily discarded by a single red flag ending the race.

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I Prefer The Rain

The Reality of Thorns

I Prefer The Rain

The music stopped and I could hear the rain, my melodies had hid the gentle beat on my window pane. This was a soft one that the birds enjoyed. You could hear it as they splashed and played accompanied by tweets of joy.

I wonder how long did I miss this gentle cleansing so soothing in my ears, as I lay here grateful the music had stoppe

I wonder how long did I miss this gentle cleansing so soothing in my ears, as I lay here grateful the music had stopped so I could hear. The tree outside my window with it's new leaves slow it down, adding a different rhythm to the drops falling directly to the ground.

I prefer the rain today so I choose to ignore all the distractions, yes, I know, emails and phone calls are waiting on me to think and take action. A soft rain like this with no lightning to scare, caresses my mind so I'm staying right here and not going anywhere.

The best way to listen is in my bed deep beneath the covers, breathing softly so I can hear the heartbeat of my sleeping lover. Praying the rain last throughout the day, so under these covers drinking coffee and reading we will stay.

Of course these words came crashing into my brain, driven to write them down so I wouldn't go insane. Now that the dastardly writing deed is done, back under my covers I go smiling because once again the words won.

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Always

Flawed Intoxication

I cannot be sure, but it seems to me that there are some things in life too difficult to be. Unexpected first glances that came as a surprise, hindered by commitments, circumstances and prying eyes.

Intoxicating attraction in so many ways, with flaws in both, never to see the light of day. Imaginary perfection that could easily destroy any new friendship between a girl and a boy.

Just like letters exchanged in the past, their minds fill with expectations that could never last. But oh, the wonder and passion it brings to the mind free to wonder and believe in the dream.

What happens when it is not what intoxication imagined them to be? When their true self, both good and bad become reality. Do they turn away disappointed again, or do they choose to get to know their new friend?

Distance and loved ones that make up their lives, may be the reason their glance never survives. But honestly reader, in truth does it matter?........ The heart knows what it knows, so it fights to keep from being shattered.

Maybe it is fate that won’t let this be, or is it God’s protection from what they can't see? Maybe He sees beyond their circumstance and knows the world would never allow them to dance.

This we may never know, no one's heart can see which way this will go. We can only hope that at night when they close their eyes, they lift each other up to the God who loves them throughout that night.

Hidden By The Trees

The water is so fresh and blue, with the wind taking me closer to the mountains and walking with you. Laughter and sunshine are all about, friends on the lake see me and shout.

How can such a beautiful place be real, with diamonds in the water cut by my ship's keel. The mountains in view call us to come, so we can walk in their quiet forests away from everyone.

I hear kids excitement expressed with loud squeals, but I am walking with you, so I got the better deal. Sunlight and shadows created by the trees, decorate our pathway as we walk through early fall leaves.

Age has slowed down both of our paces, but this hasn't changed the peace on our faces. Lines reflect the times in our lives, some created by laughter and others by words that cut like a knife.

Red and yellow leaves are the colors of the day, never failing to catch my eyes as they move my way. The beauty around protects us from view, enjoying quiet times when it’s just me and you.

We stop to rest beneath the trees, and from the lake comes a cool breeze. I wonder again how this love came to be, because one in a million odds, when won, are hard to believe.

Then, I felt real love on my skin. The caress of their hand, lingered softly like the wind. Passion's kiss was felt again, knowing I will walk beside him until the end.