Listen. Why can't you hear me?
I am right here.
You speak,
I speak,
and yet a misunderstanding?
You are Man I am Woman,
I know we fit,my hand in yours,
My head your chest.
At times speaking is as breathing,
This moment it is like torture...I
don't understand.
What do we do?
Work, that's what.
It's hard, it hurts.
What is the "Why" in this?
Because I Love You.

Working on me,
So I can be,
more than I am.
Stronger not weaker,
Listen to my Heavenly Father, not the deceiver,
Destined to be amazing,
Always to be gazing,
At this beautiful life.
Be a Giver,
Be a Lover,
Fill my Spirit, my heart, with Faith,
Not the darkness should I bath,
But be clean in the Light,
Giving thanks, that I am not alone.

Do you see me?
Explain myself again?
Why can't we have a resume for our Being?
No explanation necessary.
Reader do you understand?
I say hello, they say hi,
Then the beats of silence, can I hide?
Please Lord I am in need of a best friend.
I miss her, could she miss me?
She knew me when,
Probably would not recognize the old Friend.
Nobody can take her place,
I miss that funny face.
But I am in need,
Lost tears not seen.
Look forward?
My Father I am so discouraged,
Don't want to be alone.

It's just you and me,
No family to be,
We catch up and we laugh,
I have really missed that.
Husband, best friend,
Always there to lend,
a shoulder a loving word,
In my personality, never have to curb,
I can just be me,
And you also be.
We just fit hand in hand,
Music we make,our funny little band.
I love you more than words can say,
For you and me, so Thankful for today.

Being sick, isn't it lovely,
Sore, scratchy, throat,
Body feels like I'm stuck in a moat.
Boy I feel great more chicken soup please,
No... I want popsicle's, why am I hurting in my knees?
Please take care of me I say with doe eyes,
Who was the Knuckle Head who gave me this dripping surprise?
You? Husband? Oh...by me you will meet your demise.
But before that rub my back and get a new revise.

When we are happy,
We live in the Light,
So why would we leave,
when we are hurting,
and make home in the darkness.
When we are aching and longing
for the Light.

I did not love you,
But I did care,
Told me I was beautiful and fair.
Pain was the weapon you wrought,
Wish I had been taught,
In the dark arts of pain,
then maybe I could have stayed sane.
You manipulated me and lied,
Man I remember how hard I cried.
And even in this time and date,
I can't believe I wonder about a different fate.