We are different. Why not?

But we are so much alike.

An aging monk, I long ago
left the importance of opinions
and the world's judgements behind.

For me, that was difficult.

First, the world beat me
to a ******, barely breathing
husk of a man.  I took many
punches; I struggled up
and learned a new way to live.

You are young and what
had to be beaten out of me
seems to come naturally to you.

Now, I take my chances
and live with the results.

All I ask of you  is a chance.

Whatever happens will happen.

Two souls that kiss
can overcome many differences
because, soul to soul,
they create their own world
outside of time and space.

Maybe not forever, but in
a mortal world, what difference?

Forever is you in my arms,
the still point in life's
hurricane, for as long as
you are content to be there.

I didn't storm your world;
you let me in. I can't win
your heart; you aren't a prize,
you are a person, a woman.

You will choose to offer it
freely or you will not.

Your life, your heart, your choice.

I am here, a man, waiting to see
how the cards get dealt and then
play the hand I am given.

I am hoping to get
the Queen of Hearts.

Here's to good cards and good luck.

  ~mce