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Emily Howe Oct 2019
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I look into your eyes and can see you are for me.
You outstretched your hand and said with a smirk, “Come with me, let’s run to the end of the world”

So our hands met and run we did,
We saw the mountains of Japan,
The colors of India,
Tasted the food of Italy,
Admired the sights in Greece.

We returned back home,
Happy and content,
I looked into your soul and saw you would be my wife.
You outstretched your hand, with a twinkle in your eye and said, “Come with me, let’s run to the end of time.”

So our hands met and run we did,
Together we saw a dash of white,
We heard a baby cry,
Wrinkles grew upon our face,
But neither of us mind,
For together we grew old,
Hand in Hand,
Just where I want to be,
For I looked into your eyes and saw you were meant for me.

Now we spent our days together,
Quiet and retired,
Rocking chairs creaking slowly,
Hummingbirds zooming by.

I looked into your eyes once more and saw a glimpse of our past.
The years we spent together,
How the time has elapsed.
But I knew I made the right choice,
You were the only one for me,
And one final time you outstretched your hand and looked into my soul and said, “Come with me, let’s run to the end, for as long as I’m with you I know I will be happy and content, for you were built for me the way I was built for you.”
So I carefully stood up,
Bones creaking and complaining at the sudden stirring,
And I took your hand in mine,
And there we danced our final dance,
Reminiscent of younger days.
I wrote this about my girlfriend, who has supported me through thick and thin and I wouldn't trade the world for
Emily Howe Oct 2019
The bells on the necks of the lambs rang out,
calling towards the shepherd as they ran home.

The innocent babies knowing no evil in this world,
Seek love from all they find.

The church bell chimes,
calling home all of the people to the house of worship.

The innocent knowing no evil in this world,
Seeking love from those around them.

Both are lambs being lead to slaughter,
Yet neither notice.

Too naive, too innocent, too unwilling to change their ways.

The protection of God extends to those who worship under his sun.
May his refuge forever be available to those in need.

Love is preached.
Love is not shared.

Discrimination rains from above.
Too feminine to be a man, too manly to be a woman.

How dare you love the ones you wish?
How dare you be born of a different race than I?

For you have forsaken God with your existence,
And for that you will not receive God’s protection or his love.

For being one of God’s Forsaken Children,
The bells refuse to chime.

The church bells chime, calling home the lambs,
And the innocent come to the slaughter,

Knowing no different,
Not caring to change

For their God provides them Mercy and Strength
In the same way we are provided Shame and Guilt.
I wrote this from a point of view as a lesbian woman in the south, where I have been disowned by half of my family due to their religious beliefs.

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