People sometimes ask me:
"What is the point of your life?"
I always answer "You"
You being the one who I love
Who loves me far more than
I've ever been loved.
You know me
Inside and out,
Like an open book.
The story is of you and I
The 'Now' and 'Future'
Is still being written,
Daily, hour by hour.
So strong are we
Together.
So in love,
It's just obvious where we belong.
And that my love
Will be happening soon.
When I fly to you,
To be with you,
Together,
As we should be.
My love,
You are my home
My home is in your heart
Our new life ahead.
I'm coming home.
Home
To
You.
(c)Mike.A.Sullivan ~ January 2014
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
Awake!
At this unearthly hour.
I fell asleep, feeling ill, stupidly I know.
I missed my evening
I missed you my love
I missed the world turning
And now
I suffer
Awake, but needing to sleep
To rise and face the day
Only a couple of hours away.
Does it make any difference to me
If I sleep in later this morning?
No
I am my own boss
My own Manager
There is only me
To discipline
Me.
No doubt, I will.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
After waiting,
Longing and hoping, we have at last
Set our sights to be as we should.
Together
The distance that has separated us
Will be no longer.
No more loving from afar.
Moving to be with you
My love, is my only desire.
Once there,
We'll have what we always wanted,
Needed,
Deserved.
The freedom to love one another,
As only we know how.
Always and forever.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC