When we first met
She was unaware

How far she'd fall
How much she'd care

How deep the love would
Weave between

Our hearts no boundaries
Can be seen

A love so strong
So sweet, so kind

A love she thought
Would never find

Her broken life
Would never mend

The love we share
Will never end

Blossoms of orange, or ferns of green- They have made the most wonderful sights anyone on this Earth have ever seen.
Trinkets of pink, and memorbillias of blue- they'll be making history a-new!
Take a few minutes here to just unwind.
You'll know you've come to precious Heaven, when you can understand the workings of your mind.
Pictures overlapping, and falling all around-This is a special gift-Full of memories abound.
The memories, now, we can see, are blossoms of love when we let them all be!  Let them be.

How many are walking through this life
With Helen Keller borrowed eyes
Not seeing what's in front of them
Or what is coming round the bend

Like some spaced out cosmonaut
A porthole view is all they've got
Or a 5th grader at recess
Not much going on in their heads

Reality for most of them
Is seen on T.V. in a darkened den
Not knowing all along that in time
We've become a society, deaf, dumb, and blind

From the time that we met
To the time that is left
Love is the reason
In all that we have

We hang it on signs
Where it's easy to find
That say I am yours
And of course you are mine

For years we have known
We are at home
As we make our way through
This unfinished love poem

That we'll continue to write
With the more that we find
Loves secret between us
In our daily lives

We've taken what works
Outside of the box
Giving love reason
To run its course

Until the end comes
And we both are gone
We'll always be apart of
This unfinished love poem

You travelled everywhere and now you're back.

Like a child
Reckless.
Careless.
Wanting everything.
But this time you must sit.

I can't ground you
But I can guard you
Renew you
Train you
In the way you should go

And when fear comes
Or envy
Or worry
Or lust
You won't depart.
Not this time.
Stay mind stay

Having a reason all the time is boring
Like dancing only when there's music
Or crying out of sorrow
Or singing because you're happy
Boring.

Lie on the street
Look up and count the stars
Sit in the rain and laugh
Sing
Cry

Forget about the why
Don't have a reason