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Isabelle Rose B Oct 2013
Why is there a call to identity?
It is so overridden with our desire to belong.

I wander if it is a desire to belong,
or a want of acceptance?
Is it even for want of acceptance,
Or the need and longing for love?

How does one gain singular identity,
through love?

Maybe it is love that completes us,
Fills the holes in our souls.

If love is what gives us our real identity,
Then in perfect love we are made whole.
Is 'belonging' even real?

Just starting this in English at school. Initial thoughts...
Isabelle Rose B Oct 2013
Our love is like a roller coaster.*

I'm forever journeying life's ups and downs,
But you give the momentum
that keeps me on track.
Thanks Daddy God :) haha.
But seriously,
Thank you.

And, dearest mother, our crazy conversations give me... unique revelations!
Isabelle Rose B Oct 2013
Happy tears in perfect love.
A fire of warmth, arms wrapped round tight.
Abundant joy.

Voices shouted triumph on that day.
Higher than we could hear,
But OH! How they were rejoicing.

When this soul allowed itself,
Falling into open arms,
A party was had on high.

It's never easy;
Falling back,
but the freedom that it brings,

Never fails;
**Setting captives free.
To completely surrender,
Definitely harder than it seems.
There are so many distractions,
From that high pinnacle;
The view, the cost.
But living in the glory,
Is worth more than the world could ever imagine itself to be.
Isabelle Rose B Aug 2013
You* can't expect me to be 'normal'
               When you live in an



        
                                                                 individual


world.

... Or so you say...
Not impressed... Hahaha
Isabelle Rose B Aug 2013
From where comes the power behind the wind?
8w
Isabelle Rose B Aug 2013
Our world has many distractions,
Many of which I've known.
But here am I in the midst of it all,
writing a poem to whom I don't know.

Most of all I love you,
More than you could know.
And someone out there, near or far,
To you my love does flow.

I cannot help but think of holding hands,
Crazy dancing and smiling glances,
Movie nights and games with friends,
Writing notes of silly romances.

I'll sing you songs,
Some sincere, others silly but true,
Cause I'm just that kind of person,
You'd best be crazy with me too!

I'll try and love your sports,
and support your teams with cheering,
I'll bring you snacks, and cuddle up,
Though on the inside I may be leering!!

I'll make you cookies and huge cakes,
whipped beautifully with cream,
Even with this I'll be so happy,
I may believe myself to dream.

Oh darling, the future feels so far,
Maybe I should embrace today,
but what good is that to me,
When half this heart is out at bay?

They think me strange, and very different,
Just waiting for my prince,
Forever thinking to my tomorrow,
Based on parent's experience.

I'm sorry mother, father,
It does hardly seem fair,
But for you I will continue on this journey,
A life lived with special care.

And they are out there, living today's life,
And while they're grounded there I twirl,

Waiting for you to find in me:

*A precious, beautiful pearl
So wait for me,
As I do you,
Listen little to this world,
To the moon and back I do love you,
Be strong big man,
Till we meet :)
Isabelle Rose B Aug 2013
Rose coloured glasses matter little,

If one's eyes are closed.
Don't miss the beauty of life.
                                           Keep your eyes wide open
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