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.

So I guess you are going to make me the villian now?
I'm not surprised, but still it hurts.
You know that I was genuine. That my love was real and unconditional.
Think whatever it is that you need to in order to move on, to finally get your "closure."
You are a coward.
So afraid to face yourself. So afraid to be honest with your own reflection.
Hope the bed you made is comfortable.