post
April 4, 2007
to what reason, is there to confess?
to what truth, to what light, to whom i adress,
there is so much more to how you make me smile,
i enjoy every moment, and treat them worthwhile,
this, to every bit of truth.
i enjoy our laughs.
i grow in each of our cries.
i dream of kisses, and dread of goodbye’s.
you are still your being, and i am still mine,
but how you make me better,
how with you my person grows,
how patience of values tested,
how truth of virtued pride,
how, you make me wonder,
truth is, i am still the same.
nothing in me changes, or has changed.
but to this somethings different.
i have some one to hold.
some one who makes me better.
some one who sees my soul.
my entirety, and walks with me in patient drift.
you are the small space in this heart.
nothing less.
to this in an infinite tenderness.
