I wrote mine without even knowing that you had posted. Everything that I do is so that ones like you can finally have a chance to feel the Beautiful dream
firsthand.. on the inside.
So, in truth.. you can truly say within your war-torn heart, that every thing I do, is for you. It was an honor to go to your wall after I posted and see what your heart and spirit had revealed just a few hours earlier.
Love is a funny thing. You are worth every moment of the pain that has come from the years of trying. Hope.. and a deep understanding; and view of your own, tremendous Love-worthiness is what it is all about.
It is for that reason, solely.. that Poetry ever came into being in the first place
..You are beginning to feel Everything.
Long afloat on shipless oceans I did all my best to smile 'Til your singing eyes and fingers Drew me loving, to your isle And you sang Sail to me Sail to me Let me enfold you Here I am Here I am Waiting to hold you
Did I dream you dreamed about me? Were you hare when I was fox? Now my foolish boat is leaning Broken lovelorn on your rocks, For you sing, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow: O my heart, O my heart shies from the sorrow"
I am puzzled as the newborn child I am troubled at the tide: Should I stand amid the breakers? Should I lie with Death my bride? Hear me sing, "Swim to me, Swim to me, Let me enfold you: Here I am, Here I am,