You're the words of love
with every turn of the page
of my life, that burns
bright in the night,
and sets the day's scene
just right,
for the love you
bring, starts the story
to sing, and the melody
drifts through every chapter
like mists surrounding me,
and you continue the tune,
with every page
that I view,
from the beginning,
until the end,
and then I re-read
it all over again,
the book that you've
entitled, "I Love You"
-because the story is true:
"I love you, too!"

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the book:
http://beautyineverything.com/5092820337

Soft shall be the calling of flowering trees that speak in rain
So it is now as I watch by the side of the way
Listening to the softest drops attain
A hush of silence as they fade

These flowers alone carry a mysterious splendor
Passing surprise into what I know
Pouring their calling out to hearts in wonder
Breathing new life as they go

In my heart of hearts, I hold a love to hear this call
Softly speaking with truth so sweet
Pouring out, as each drop falls
From flowering trees
In crystal sheets

Soft shall be my reply to flowering trees that speak in rain
As I brush my cheek against their splendor
I will always want their drops of calling to remain
As I watch by the side of the way
In silent wonder

Alone in the abyss of a dark whirling space, I struggled and fought to escape from this place.  

Attempts thwarted down by the “I Am” in disgust, He lashed out with His sword as I kneeled in the dust.

“Be still” he demanded, “Be patient” he cried, you must go through this journey, “wear your wounds with some pride”.

I lay there for days long after the visit had ended, could I ever make sense of the advice that He tended?

I now walk the Earth, a friend to no man.  My scars have increased, I endure all I can.

My imperfect soul can smell evil waiting; the world can’t see the stench do their prognosticating.

And what of my flesh, my soul and my heart?  A purpose defined of which I play a part.

And what of the children who’s laughter has gone?  Do their scars alone justify their strength to go on?

And what of their slayers, their biological threats?  Did the innocent pick the wrong hand and lose in a bet?

Alone in they abyss of this dark whirling space, I struggle and fight to help the wounded I face.

Attempts thwarted down by this world in disgust, they lash out with venom and stomp my efforts to dust.

“Be still” they demand. “Be patient” they cry.  This life is MY journey and you shall abide.

I lay here for hours pondering aspirations now ended, can I ever make sense of the worth that they tended?

I now walk the Earth, a friend to no man.
My scars have increased; I endure all that I can.

Don’t knock on my heart today, the shadows have won and I can’t find my way
to unlock the bolt and let you in to see, those vulnerabilities inside of me.

Don’t dial my love this year, its meandering, lost; forever, I fear
Wandering loose as it mocks my hurt soul, laughing in jest as it goes for a stroll.

Don’t reach for my hand anymore, it remembers the pain of the skin that you tore
Carefully scheming the timing just right; pretending to love as you sliced with the knife

Don’t look in the depth of my eyes, I’m far too aggrieved to show what I hide
You smile disavowing that things are all wrong; content to ignore and continue on.

Don’t lie in my ears I plead, it’s been too many times and my trust won’t accede.
A prevaricator’s psyche is one to abhor; my worlds upside-down, and the ceilings the floor.

Don’t knock on my heart today, the distance of “us” is too far way,

Priorities matter, you laid yours in line.  “Congratulations” I cry,
you achieve what you work for in time.

to resist your white heart may feel like teenage **** upon fresh flesh wounds as another advice felt like a frigid kiss I am trying to scorn my fingers from writing it down with the ink of the black blood spotted tears you never spilled while pimpin majesty with sticks and moans upon mine broken bones now everything is dedicated and I feel assassinated though you may think I am quite fascinated by the abuse of this demonic little sister reminding me of the absence of you

I refuse to induce your fixation on breaking the rules actually eleven missing you and I is the nine crimes which seduced me to fulfill your sin and desolate the safety pin that held my world from being viciously exposed while they race this staring contest with no eyeballs but the curiosity to satisfy their hungry vibes that somehow I will justify the loose ends and this little to complicated inconvenient and overrated oral presentation of  my linguistic skill to get you straighten less suffocated though still sedated with hesitation we are dressed for war and furthermore as you slit my throat open with the secrets upon the bed the blood and the mess I torn apart your black shirt and fed off your ******* a paper cut caress when then is then now is less as you confessed to walk away now cause we can forget the love marks upon our skin and the apologies when your high speed hands went too deep  

and as to recover my crude innocence the snow falls upon my face with a poetic point of view it recalls the memory of blank pages that shall remain blank left out of reasons and forgive me decisions cause the look in your eyes have changed  I’d rather die then love the pain that these bullets of mine aimed at your heart may bring and as impressed  as I am I remove your tangled soul from my veins while I count mine steps as I walk away well knowing that the door has been closed and shall not be opened again.
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