You asked me if I believed in fate
How could I not?

There are some things far too pure and far too perfect and far too beautiful to be a mere coincidence
There are some paths that cross that are far too magnificent of stories to be some type of accident
There are some events that just make far too much sense to be anything other than fate
There are some bonds that are far too epic to be anything other than true star-crossed love

You asked me if I believed in fate
Of course I believed, if I didn't believe in fate then we wouldn't be together over and over and over again

There are no shadows in Your love, Lord,
it shines so bright and beautiful for me;
that darkness hides from sight and being,
as it cannot stand the radiance I'm seeing.

There are no lies that trip the troubled tongue,
no deceit is found within the beating heart;
Your truth is like honey to the thirsty soul;
keeping all Your ways, it makes me whole.

There's only peace that passes understanding,
unknown to those that think they're always right;
they disclaim God;  they are but prideful fools,
unknown to them, there is a God that rules.

There are safe waters, in Your mighty harbors,
security and shelter, from this stumbling world;
unlike faithless men, that lack contented mirth,
of God's creation, and of the passage of their birth.

There are no shadows in Your love, Lord,
just the light that bears Your sacred name;
just the brightness of Your saving Word,
that illuminated me when I first heard.

How can you expect someone to love you -
when you are not the person they wanted?
When all you are is a substitute;
filling a vacancy left open by the person
they wish to be with.

How can you be enough to a person
who is never impressed by any of your efforts?
A person who sees all your expressions of love,
as inadequate coming from you?

How can you be appreciated by a person
who sees your eccentricities as flaws?
A person who attempts to appropriate anything,
and everything unique about you.

How can you be worth meaning a great deal
to a person who sees no value in you?
A person who is prejudicial without remorse.

How can you be worth loving
when you struggle to love yourself?
When life has flagellated your self-esteem;
when depression has left you void of any jubilation,
and left you with an overwhelming emptiness
and nights of crying-induced sleep?

At my best, the love I give is not reciprocated.
The person I am is not celebrated.
The emptiness within me seeks solace in recluse.

Words are like roses
They can smell sweet and look beautiful
They can also cut you deep causing blood to flow
Words used in the right way can save lives
Words used in the wrong way can end them
Speak wisely and think clear
Speak with careful thought and consideration
Never speak when you have built up emotion
Words fly like bullets from a gun
Words miss but some hit home
Will your words heal or will they ****?
It's your choice
Will you lose or will you gain?
Will your roses be for beauty or for pain?

When you are unhappy
I'll be your happiness
When you are sleepy
I'll be your dream
Because I love you.

When you are upset
I will help you
When you are unfit
I'll be fit for you
Because I love you.

When you're so tired
I will be your rest
When you are so sad
I'll be your gladness
Because of love you.

When you cry
I'll be your smile
When you are afraid
I'll be brave for you
Because I love you.

When you are sick
I will be your cure
When you're weak
I'll be your strength
Because I love you.

I am a poet
You'll be my poem
When I like them
You'll love me; I bet
Because I love you.

The sun hit your face in such a way I forgot what we were talking about.. I felt it in my chest.. My eyes told me, " This is what beautiful is."

Dreams come alive
When I think of you.