Here's one that i wrote after i had met my wife. Coming out of a dark time in life, this stood as a bright ray of sunshine to my diluted heart, and a beacon of hope to dance with joy once again. It's one of the few positive writings which I've done. Oddly it's far easier to write of sorrow and disgrace than joy; i guess because in sorrow we become apathetic, and thus it's far easier to centralize our feelings and self with little regard to anything else.
Well, enjoy:
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Twas Two days apart, yet an eternity separate.
For truly in the realm of forever two days should seem as if but a glimpse, yet maybe when one plays with the tools of the gods time evades our grasp of bureaucratic understanding.
To observe the insolent swine i deem my peers, and to reflect on how so many use every fiber of restraint in their body to be committed...and yet fail.
However in my heart every fiber of will is used to hold back my love, for were it truly to be poured upon you it would be too magnificent for this dark world to contain.
So drink slowly my dear, for the flask of my soul will never run dry for you.
Yet when one becomes intoxicated from the fumes of cupid, it is easy to observe how deep these wounds go.
For you found me in my tattered state, and i felt the cure i desired was but a band-aid to heal the wounds that had befallen me.
Yet can one truly grow by addressing a wound? For the pains and memories still surface at inopportune times to consume ones soul.
Yet you took from your sheath a new dagger, and spliced into my heart a new wound that bleed freely over the others.
However this dagger was different, and allowed the wound to heal quickly, forever erasing the scars left from Father Time's chest of arrows.
And here i find myself, living everything i ever dreamed of doing, only to discover i had been my own worst enemy all along.
For in vain attempts to find satisfaction i had deprived myself of the one cure i needed: love. In a desperate attempt of masochistic control i nearly lost everything, yet found what i needed in my broken state: an anchor.
You have wrought in my heart that which no other woman of vice could grant: you have created in my heart, in my future, and in my soul a place to deem home.
Though the love has grown i still find myself caught up in fevers of a ten year old; enveloped by the aroma of adolescent love. Yet what glory and fervor do these children have in love' what secrets that hold which we bitter ancients have forgotten.
For nothing can replace the feeling of falling in love when you're ten, the trust, the joy, the complete absence of control.
Here my heart lies cut open once again to these moments, only for you.
The past has wrought us much growth, the present much joy, yet it is the future that will make us more than those story books could ever dream of amounting to.
Be patient for the Lord, that He will bring that special person into your life. And once the heaven's shine upon your face, love freely with all that you have, for only here can joy overcome the sorrows of true loves wake.
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