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Linus Stevenson Mar 2018
When is "The One" the one?
When do hearts collide?
For one is beautiful...
Another is wise...

One possesses strength
Another kindness
Some virtue
Others mildness

The One I wait for
Is one indeed
And has all the qualities
Of the one I will need

But until she comes
This I must tell
All these I see
"Yet I am well"
Inspired by Benedick in Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing
Linus Stevenson Mar 2018
Now I remember, I remember.
I remember why I held so tight
On to my security and stability
On to my sanity and peace

Now I feel, I feel.
I feel what I had sworn
I would never again
Because the pain was too great

Now I know, I know.
I know why I grasped so firmly
Yet slipping, yet sliding down the path
Deeper into the woods

Now I let go, let go.
I've let go and begun, like a child reading for the first time
Full of curiosity and wonder to discover again

Now I wake, I wake.
I awake every morning thinking of you
Longing for your touch
Your whisper, your kiss

Now I understand, I understand.
I'm understanding...
When I remember
When I feel
When I know
When I let go
When I wake...
life is empty. Without your presence... missing, lacking, void.

So now I search, I search
I am eagerly and desperately searching
For the moments when I feel your touch on my shoulder... your whisper in the wind... your kiss.
For but only a memory... those are the moments when life is full and I remember why now I love, I love.
I love... you.
A cascade from the heart
Linus Stevenson Mar 2018
I wrote this for my parents
to acknowledge the fact
sometimes I blunder
sometimes I fail
walk ahead
live love
learn
time falls
I must too
looking ahead
I will grow and know
stumbling is part of life
mistakes were made life was lived
Linus Stevenson Feb 2018
Like the soles of our shoes
We slip and we slide
We tear and we rip
And we leave pieces behind

Like the tread on the bottom
We wear and we tear
We grate and grind
Until nothing is there

Let us turn time back
When our feet did not stumble
When our shoes stood firm
And the path did not fumble

Let us mend the tears
Let us replace the tread
And once again stride
With passion ahead
Linus Stevenson Dec 2017
One day I will love,
and it will be radiant!
One day fiery passion
will singe my veins!

One day I will love,
and it will be decent.
One day muted strings,
and a monotonous melody.

One day I will love?
And will it be dreadful?
One day a knife,
and blood on the ground...

— The End —