the greatest thing man can hope to achieve
is to love his wife, and give all he can be
to show faith in no other
to sacrifice all that she could see

to never falter on his promise
to never fail on his gifts
his promises are love
and his promises are his gifts

he may never give anything more than his heart
and by the grace of god and no other
as one under gods supervision
may the two never depart

may they never surrender
under gods holy sight
may they always love
may they never give up the fight

I keep trying to write it.

To make it happen.
Moving little pieces,
bit by bit or
shoving them around.
Either
Disturbing and mixing
To see if something will
Arrise from the mess
or
Staying still, inanimate,
maybe my actions are
not letting things happen.

Maybe it thinks
and evades me.

Maybe you're not supposed
To look for love at all.

Aching for someone's kiss
I reached out to a player.
Seeking affectionate amor
I reached
Out
To
A liar,

Aching for just one to hold me
I sold myself for less,
Degrading
My
Self.,,,,,,
In the process.

Aching for an aching lie
An itching tale
I kept looking
For doosies
Being a flusie
In other detail.

Aching
Wanting
Desiring to have.
I lost the past things that were good!

My advice to those
Seeking
Amor-----
Give and except your
Amor
To and from god
He is
The one who won't
Cheat
Lie
Steal from
Hurt
Or beat
Scorn
Tear
Burn
Or bruise you,

God
The amor worth fighting for---------
And also
Its an everlasting relationship-
He won't leave you!

I find that certain evasive
nobility missing in her character

She is a well polished diamond
that can never shine;
Abundant confidence, so little material

Wait, wait, wait you'll say
She'll wait wait
Then she'll fall in the end

Why do we fall.
is it gravity that gives us our weight.
do we pin ourselves down with the stress.
does gravity fall, or are we planting ourselves to this.
why do we fall.

must we have so little to offer.
when all fails for us we ask of others.
yet we've given to little to receive.
and the cycle repeats.
must we have so little to offer.

are we even alive.
countless strangers could change your life.
countless friends become strangers.
must we play a theater in our head
towards the person across the room.
why is the word "introduced" so scary to adults,
yet we must teach or children to not talk to strangers.
I learned later in life that i wish i could talk to this stranger beside me.
are we even alive.

we've fallen.
angels without wings.
birds without beaks we seek.
and seek to the point we doubt the existence of our goals.
we even doubt the possibility of our potential.
we are limitless, us humans.
we could each change the world. its the main reason we struggle.
the truth of growth towards the sky is we've all been to the bottom.
we've fallen.

why do we fall.
just to rise.
must we have so little to offer.
are we even alive.
we've fallen.
just to rise.

Fallen does not mean an end to life.