To Thine Own Self Be True - Poem by Helen Bridges-Williams
To Thine ownself be true, myself
my life, my emotion.
Of all love lost, or to the unreachable
love out on a limb
Unable to climb to quite as high of
expectations those before have set
settlement has it’s own rewards,
although, the soul remembers all
of those you have chosen to loose.
The ability to love is a great gift,
but to really give love, that is an art.
Those in receipt of it are touched to
the soul of their very existence.
Love if it is true by given emotion
will leave its mark regardless whether
it is reciprocated or lost.
It will burn into the soul and be there
throughout their existence.
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