I wait for love that does not find me. I survive in the mud to become clean. I die to their nature to find life. Life is pain... but this experience is what we have chosen, this path is a holy path. She is waiting, she is moving. Closer. Back to my arms, back to our glory, back to a love that has not been seen since Christ. Pain has a payoff. I would not have ordered the misery in my life without it. It is all a matter of faith. And I believe. I look rough, feel worn, but her love shall be my robe, the jewels in her eyes my crown. And I will be her terrible power, her warmth, her everything. Life is love... but it must possess you, like a spirit that can never die, an action without regard to consequence, a fuel to propel you. I will return.
Explore Poets GO!

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

4/19/2021 3:02:56 PM #