If I held a petal,
from a rose,
in my hand,
I think that I could feel it shrivel,
with the hate of a hundred men.

You cannot feel my thunder,
although it trembles true.
A million moments of laughter,
every time I think of you.

I hate you like a cold breeze,
that tears right through my skin.
I hate you so much more,
because you are my sin.

To live a life without you,
would take my soul from me.
But I guess it's like they all say,
that love is like the sea.

Swollen eyes with too much sight,
Swollen heart with too much pain.
Swollen hands from gripping tight,
Swollen brain from lack of shame.

I miss you,
I miss us,
I miss what we were.

Inseparable,
Impartial,
Impressive.

How did it happen?
What happened?
Who happened?

In some cultures all you have to do is say "I Love You" three times and you bond with the one you love for life.

I Love You
For the Man that you made me.

I Love You
For the Joy that you gave me.

I Love You
For the Way that you hate me.

**I Love You, I Love You, I Love You

As I sit here pondering life
it occurs to me that,
Love is a river dam,
though unbreakable,
it is not without faults.

To Love is to admit those faults,
and weather the inevitable floods
with someone who see's them
and judges you not.

To each their own.
The many.
The few.
Judge not the actions,
But the content of character.
Notice not the flaws,
But the bias of your heart.
Give chance to those around you,
and trust that you will receive total love.