or else my heart concealing it, will break

i stand in the middle
looking out to the corners
but only one is looking back
and he is sad

- you are totally disengaged (stay there)
~ you are understandably disappointed (but still love)
* you are lonely and know not where to turn (and I am sorry)
and he is sad and hurt

i search all the eyes
and look into my own heart
and live the truth, despite the pain
and he is sad and hurt and confused

- you completely broke me and my trust in people
~ you opened doors for me, then closed them forcibly
* you came and taught me how to trust and love again
and he is sad and hurt and confused...and patient

my tongue will tell the anger of my heart
my tongue will tell the sadness of my heart
my tongue will tell the secrets of my heart
But, he who is sad and hurt and confused and patient, loves me

ME!
All of me.
The passionate and the foolish me.
The kind and the cruel me.
The wise and the weak me.
Me.
I am forever grateful.

I move forward from this place of gratitude - with joy.
Everyday is new opportunity to be joyful.
I rejoice in you.

Forever, YOUR one and only.

singing to the dragon

I sing to soothe the dragon that protests
And rages in the corners of my heart.
There, love lives large, but cries in pain today
Remembering the time that we have spent
Just looking into one another's eyes,
And making love together with our sighs.

Two fools are we to let our hearts run free
Into a place where nothing good will come.
Unchecked passion, that kills all those around
Who live to love us only - keep our home
And sacred trust - to honour minds and hearts
While we do shame their love with our upstarts.

But, oh! My friend forever you will be.
And, as I journey through this life, I know
That you are there, and part of you in me.
Now read kind words to soothe my furrowed brow
And I will hear your voice within my dreams,
Which soothes within my heart the dragon’s screams.

kind is my love

Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Therefore my verse to constancy confined,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument,
Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone,
Which three till now, never kept seat in one.

~ William Shakespeare (Sonnet CV)