I know what love is.

           I know what love is, my dear.
I have tasted its sweet passion and felt its warm embrace.
           I know what hate is, my dear.
I have seen the red of blood and felt it for those who wrong you.
           I know what fear is, my dear.
I have trembled in its presence and have its horrible lure that you won’t stay with me forever.
           I know what happiness is, my dear.
I have seen the white teeth of smiles and know this is how I feel when we are together.
           I know what pain is, my dear.
I have heard the cries and the overwhelming flash of it when we are apart.
           I know what loss is, my dear.
I have seen the veils of black and pray I will never  feel it for you.
           I know what depression is, my dear.
I have seen the lack of life it causes and feel its cold sting as you say goodbye to me.
           I know what hope is, my dear.
I have heard it in the songs of birds and have it in the highest soar as I imagine our future together.
           I know what beauty is, my dear.
I have seen it in  nature and heard it take my breath away when I see you.
           I know what death is, my dear.
I have seen the grief of others and ask you to stay until it is my time to experience its mystery.
           I know what love is because I feel it for the one I see before me.
        Hate, fear, happiness, pain, loss, depression, hope, beauty, death. All are
                       trials in the great game of life.
                  Tell me, my dear; do you know what love is?
                        I know what love is, my dear.
                                  It is you.

As I look into the Eyes of those I love, I see so many different feelings. Some of them we try to rise above, others we just have a hard time understanding. There is the woman, whose eyes I look into, and I see nothing but love and determination. She will love me and I will love her back, this more then rebounded infatuation. Then two boys, young and full of life, until the day I told them the worst, there mother would no longer be my wife. No matter what, remember boys, you are always first. Let us not forget the mother, will only one concern, that I be happy no matter what happens. I can never thank her enough for all she has done, For without her, I may still be where I was. The love I see in some eyes is not how I feel, I dont love her anymore, not like that. If there was anything I could to steal that love from her, So she could move on with her life and no longer be trapt. There are some eyes I wish I didn’t have to see, Or moments in eyes that I could miss, of hurt and sorrow. You can’t be half blind however, to see the good, you have to see the bad. I will never stop looking in people’s eyes.

Nov 15

Eyes

Dreams were once only found in sleep, Dreams used to be only a passing thought, Only ideas of something that could never be, Waking up to images of things that are only hopes. Now I dream wide awake, eyes open. I know exactly what my dreams are, my hopes. Now the only thing I dream of is making my dreams a reality. My dreams, hopes, and soon to be reality is you.

Oct 15

Dreams