I gave her my all.
Questions were all I had received
Instead of a heart full of adoration and devotion.
As mistrust and greed polluted my soul's ocean.
Once blind, as I slowly regained my sights,
I placed in some filters...the right ones...
Took off my dark sunglasses....
Now the true heart, in her actions, was far from
Love's Sun, it's warmth, and true fused and welded hearts, together, in devotion.
Trust is never questioning the flow of things.
Unless a sum of another's heart is over-taken.
The sound of coins and the look of a face is counted...
Than my eyes do not see love.
In true light....
They see greed, unfaithfulness, and selfish needs.
My heart cannot be confused with that...
Must I stay blind to have a "you" or someone who is more than that?
Who gives in charity.
True care and true want to be with this one....
Who is Human and imperfect.
Mistakes.
Anger.
Emotions.
Lack of money and Fame.
These portions added to the recipe to love's soup.
Cannot be consumed...Unless you wish to go blind.
Need some one for useless greed and false pride?
Build a structure that shall eventually fall...
To the weighted down structure "our heart;s structure"
That shall then crumble and fall?
Or shall we flush out these parts of the recipe in the toilet where hate needs to go.
Where greed needs to be flushed....
For true hearts never fuse without the sun rays of true care.
To nature the welds of the beams of the structures in both hearts...
To allow healing when things get heavy....
As true care and yearning which are the true components of this "Machine of love"
Construction of such, it can never be rushed.
Going with each moment is the true way...
In which to plan and construct this item.
That runs as an engine.
Providing power to our flame and nuclear power of the art of love.
If it's allowed to run efficiently
We can be forever
We can love eternally.
Never dying alone, drifting from each other
as we melt apart. The engine of the flame stops humming.
Do you wish to make mend to the stopped machine?
Or shall we both pick a tool, make this last,restart the engine..
Feeling the electricity of love zap our heart's love back to life.
The engine is running, again.
Now we shall be, true and forever, as we have made the effort, together.
To reconstruct and power the electricity that builds in each other's souls.
Hating our lives, forever.
Welding our heart, as one.
Together.
Forever.