Jeffrey A. Swim
Words Of Love - Poem by Jeffrey A. Swim
These are words of life. These are words of soul. These are words of self. In the spirit world we find conflict in truths we have been told. We find conflict in internal elements we attempt to hold. We reach for the pure. We reach for the peace. We reach for things beyond our grasp we hope to unfold.
This is a story of sadness. A story of pain in a beautiful form. The story of a world in which we are born. We birth ourselves to knowledge without understanding. We birth ourselves to love with the promise of serenity. Only what comes before us we don’t always want to see.
I search for the words to convey my deepest inner self. Your pain resides deep within you. I know for I have felt it. It has passed through my fragile layer. It has taken me on a journey. It feels as if I were there. If I could carry it on my wings, I would take it at this moment. I would carry it to the end of the earth and pass it through the atmosphere. I would send it to another place. One where it cannot find you, or remind you, removing the shroud that blinds you.
My gift if I could give it, would be perfect clarity. My greatest wish for you my dear is the hope that you can see. See the wonderful within you. The beauty you possess. The lovely fragrance that lingers. It floats upon your breath. It passes without your knowledge. Rising slowly into the air. Soft scent of it presence as golden as your hair.
Do not question my devotion of another compassionate being. Do not question why I love because you are not seeing. I am who I am. I love without condition. I love because I am. Love of my own volition.
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