Given A Gift - Poem by Rachel Fogle
Would to love to end in hurt, be worth the love at all?
Most would agree that hurt is not worth the fall at all.
But then again there is the rarest of loves.
The love that has no boundries, no limits to what it can accomplish.
One such as I have felt this love.
And to feel it, is to need it.
And then to need it, you begin to dread it.
For in all the world there is only one who can match this love I feel.
One whose heart can cry with pain,
Sing with joy and weep with sorrow.
Someone whoses heart is as deep as an ocean and as wide as the sky is long.
Can there be another? Who is equal to this love?
Oh, yes he is there.He sees and he feels.
He has begun to know that hunger, only the other can feel.
He's opened his eyes as if from a dream and saw what love there is for him to see.
He wonders, can he believe in it?
Can he be relieved in it?
Or shall he be cursed to know of it and feel it, but never shall he be able to act on it.
Oh, some may say, yes let him crave.
Carve this love, let him yearn for something that other's just long to feel.
But alas he is given his chance, he is relieved of his thirst.
And how he chooses to live is all in his words.
For Given A Gift such as this,
Well he had to have known what to do,
For at the end of his journey he finds you.
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