I live the truthfulness of love wherein,
And draw in precious breath as breath is drawn...
When you do boast of matters yours well know
The words you uttered missed what you know most...
You’d told me I deserved a day of silence and to...
So I purge cleaned the house...
I came to know you,
between bark and moss...
There is an inexplicable longing
that quietly lives within me...
I write here beauty true on layers white;
Not fame nor fortune steers my loving pen...
The idea of you revives a forgotten pulse,
As though hope remembered my heartbeat...
The sight of you beneath a blossomed tree,
With joy and peace my grateful heart has filled...
I was so hyper independent I would’ve rather...
Then to ever trust anyone in every sense again...
Take heart, my love! Those of the lies who brew
Do dwell beneath the statuette of you...
When I behold the daffodils of Spring,
Of oranged lush that painted meadows gleam...
I tried for so many years
Tried to understand why...