Life is about                    Be selective in                     Don't ask why          
       moments,                        your                                  someone           don't                             battles              ­          keeps hurting you
wait for them,                          for                               ­       ask
     create them.                      sometimes                    why you keep
                                            peace is better                    letting them.
                                            than being right.
       You                                                              ­                     Have
always have                            The best                                     a
        a                                  way to get things                       dream        
     have a                                       done                     ­            of love
     choice.                                         is                                and look for                                                       simply     ­                              it
                                ­                       begin.                                   in
                                                             ­                             hidden places of
                                              You             ­                          the future.
        Be proud              have never been
          of who                       mine                            I didn't know that
         you are                  but I was                             love could be
         and not                     yours.                                 this way.
    ashamed of how                                               ...my sun all day,
somebody else sees                                                 my dreams at night,
             you.                                                             ­   my thoughts,
                                                       ­                                  words,
                       ...my lips and skin                               tears, hopes.
                       will still remember.                               ....my joy!
                          My hands will
           will still know all the contours and
               clearly feel the touch of you.
                                                            ­                             Jon York    2017