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 Nov 2015 Gabby Gallone
karleigh
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud."

i  read this in the Bible
on a Sunday afternoon
and couldn't help but think
if love is patient,
if love is kind,
then why can hearts be broken?
why must love cause pain?
if love does not envy
nor boast,
then why must jealousy result from others happiness?
why must we feel obligated to put labels on love?
love is not proud?
if love can not be proud, must it be ashamed?
i thought about this for days
over and over again
read it
time after time
and came to the conclusion
love is love
it is a mystery
 Nov 2015 Gabby Gallone
karleigh
the day after she left
he realized he loved her,
but before he left,
just to make sure,
he had to know the truth.

so he thought for a long while and asked his mind this,
"mind, this is a very important matter. i think i love her but before i go i must be sure. is she the one i was meant to find?"
his mind replied,
"my boy, i know nothing, it is your soul that you must ask of this."

so he spoke deep into his soul and asked,
"soul, please tell me, i must know, is this the girl who will be with me for all of time? Is it her I have been searching for?"
his soul replied,
"son, it is not i capable of such a request. it is the heart that will surely understand."

so he spoke to his heart and asked,
"is what im feeling true, will i love her forever beyond eternal measures?"
"this is no question for the mind, the soul, nor the heart. we know as much as you allow us to know. it is fate. fate is far more than what we could only hope to be. find fate."

so the boy went out to look for fate.
he searched and searched but could not find it.
he spent years in hope of finding out his destiny
but felt as though his time was
running out.

and then,
on the day he thought about giving up
there
across the waters
the sun
perfectly placed over the horizon,
he saw that
in the distance
sat a girl.

fate.
 Nov 2015 Gabby Gallone
Lizzie
we are of the Earth,
every moment fleeting.
but you;
you belong in the sky.
I want to tell the sun about you,
your soul is every shade of starlight,
your being limitless.
show me something outside of myself.
you may not know me
face to face,
but you and I have connected
heart to heart through words.

Our lives are woven together by
the tapestry of words,
and into a living breathing poetry.

you and I are no longer strangers,
but fellow poets and sojourners
on this journey of creation.
 Nov 2015 Gabby Gallone
karleigh
my journey
(the one i hope will lead to you)
began such sixteen years ago and so
it is today
in which i found it to be true

i shall navigate uncharted seas
cross deserts old and new
of all the places i will go
will be from where i write to you


around the world
in search of all your lessons
your stories and your truths
all of which i've read
180 pages
of words i write to you

if  nothing is impossible
it is you who i turn to
wherever my heart is
will be where i find my treasure
and so i write to you
thank u paulo coelho
 Nov 2015 Gabby Gallone
karleigh
lost

he left her heart
on the train
underneath the newspaper
he never thought to read
busy thinking about
the vagabond life
questioning the theory
of love
how and why
where and when

and so he got off that train
without that newspaper
left it where he left it
and took a train to Boston
27 hours away from mile high
the cold heart he left
underneath that newspaper
in window seat
of the 15th row
on the train

3 years later he got on a train
looking for her heart
gone
without it
where would he find it, that he
once lost
only hope resides
on the train he now would take
28 hours
1 past mile high
to the house he knew that heart would be

where do lost things go?
not back from whence they came-
of course-
to where they belong

so he got on the train back to Boston
and there it was
the heart
of the woman he lost
found reading the paper he had never thought to read
sitting in the window seat
of the 15th row
on the train

found
 Oct 2015 Gabby Gallone
Rapunzoll
she slides her slender
white fingers down the
branches of his spine

her eyes melted like
glaciers and lips as soft
as freshly fallen snow

skin lustful, but heart
unforgiving, exhaling
his every intention

she is autumn in his
palms, her trees bare,
the leaves rust fallen

flashing indifference,
thoughts plucked in
shades of violent rose
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