If I were to tell you a secret what would you do?

Would you keep it close to heart, or tear it apart like paper machet and build a piece of art?

What if that secret meant commitment? Sentiment pouring out of my sinew, a pale blue, like the planet we rest upon within this spiral galaxy... I do.

I do intend to tell... so tell me... if I told this special thing... would you buy a ring?

Would you announce to the world that you are mine and I am yours? Of course, we are not possessions. Obsessions maybe.. you are on my mind from daylight to dusk, and I trust, you like no others before you.

So tell me... if I say I need you, would you need me to? Or undo our connection like shoestrings on your shoe?

If I say that I like you, that I adore you, would you meet me there? Could you match this frequency with the same intensity, propensity as mine, or care?

So come close and lean in... let me whisper softly in your ear...

"I love you."

It's not to hard to notice, or even hard to see,
To witness your pure intention, in the way you look at me.

To feel your light unbridled, when we sing and when we play, I must admit, it's hard to sit, when you start dancing I melt away.

Your smile, your touch, your grounding embrace, it feels so safe, like home.
I will not stray, a promise I can make... a feeling I have never known.

Looking at the clock it's 11:11.. numbers I often see, Thanking the universe with gratitude, for bringing you close to me.

I can't know the future......  but the present is very clear!!!! The biggest highlight of my journey, was  meeting you this year.

With each day passing, my heart opens wider: I make space, and time anew... growing closer and deeper into our purpose.

As I love and honour you.

It may be said that we reap what we sew:
We learn from mistakes, we dig and we grow.
We choose and we feed, what we think that we need, and somehow wind up, just planting a seed.

I remember back when, I was strong and brave,
Courageous was I, never bow or behave.
But like a gazelle, I am down, and weak;
In the mouth of a lion, I tremble and shake.

How did I get here? So tired and scared:
A fork in the road, confused and ensnared.
What is wrong with me? I sigh to myself;
I've not done anything wrong, I'm just being myself! But perhaps thats the problem, myself is just wrong, never accepted for me, have to change to belong.

I will no longer alter myself to be loved, will not place anyone, ahead or above:
No sacrifice made of myself for another, I choose myself and seek to discover.

A gazelle I was, but now I am not.
A lion roars loudly..... I haven't forgot!!!!

Today I took the shirt you gave me to the Op Shop.
I deleted every email, every text, every photo.
I may not be able to erase your memory: but I no longer want to be reminded.

I feel peaceful here.
Amongst the dogs and ferns.
The wind ripples through the tall gums.
A silent melody. Gods whisper.

You have it down to a fine art,
How you can compartmentalize your heart.
But you and I both know the truth,
You are weak, you are insecure, you are terribly confused.
You lack the courage to truly share:
So you withold and hope that I'll forgive.
But you treat others so unfair,
And bear witness to the destruction that you create.
You took the wind right out of my sails
And painted the masterpiece of chaos and doubt.
You were cruel and cowardice, in all of your tales,
I love you, I choose you, I want to be with you....
The Rembrandt, in the art of betrayal.

Yes I still dream about you.
And when I awake I have to hold back tears.
You are much more loving in my dreams than you ever were in real life.