These are my love chronicles The words I speak are not to spite The things I say are not to discourage Not to tear down and diminish Not to break and shatter It is a wear and tear process It is a break and build endeavor But it is mine and I own it. These are my love chronicles I take charge of my heart No this is not about you It’s not about me either It’s solely about the journey For this is what it is A voyage to an unknown destination These are my love chronicles Not solely based on me For as long as I can tell I loved putting myself in your shoes Yes you who are reading this This may be about you And gladly I’ll wear your shoes Take your journey and share it with the world. These are my love chronicles Forgive me if I offend Understand me when I make no sense Hold my hand when it becomes too much I choose to lay my heart bare These are my love chronicles For the love of God The love of people The love of nature The love of country These are my love chronicles They are mine and I proudly own them.
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His love for me was Deeper than I’d ever felt Wider than I’d ever seen More patient than Jacob seeking his Rachael It scared me –senseless. His love for me was Jealous, yes jealous Green with envy was his face No other man was to feel what he felt Jealous indeed His love was. His love for me was Demanding Needs had to be met Wishes granted Desires satisfied To me he was insatiable But his love demanded. His love for me was A mystery Fully bloomed maybe At least best way he knew how Incomprehensible, strange even. His love for me was More than I could comprehend More than I’d ever known More than I knew to reciprocate His love for me was more… More than he could handle? More than I could comprehend? More lethal, fiery More or less, His love was… |
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