the soul never forgets.
the soul bids its time..
love never grows old
love never runs dry.
somewhere between,
her legs...
I found a copper penny.
and thought of you and your worth.
How a million dollars,
will never by your love back for me.
Because in that moment of perfection.
I loved you more, but feared love all the same.
For perfect love, and perfect trust.
Is only to be kept in my wiccan rede.
But standing before me in that fire.
Was you, and too this day.
Though I stand in another man's arms.
I love you more.
I love you more and more everyday.
Now that you are gone.
And this fills my heart with regret.
and when asked on a job app.
do you have any regrets about your past?
can I answer yes?
Because I regret every moment with out you.
Because I was stupid and let you go.
Because my heart aches.
Because I was scared of perfect love.
Regret?
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hey beth
this is the perfect poem, and i understand what your going thru. a perfect love is scary because you have risk losing it and often society frowns on types of love, even if they are perfect.
i think this indicates again what an alive and open person you are and i hope you don't let religious hypocrite types suck you in with their morality bullshit and turn you into a vanilla person.
anyway a sensitive poem from a feeling person. it touched me deeply.
dave -
BBH,
sorry to let you down, but such a man is a figment of your imagination. no guy is perfect, and thinking so is only setting yourself up for failure.
likewise, there is no perfect girl, as i have found out, time and time again. emotions distort things, and i tend to overlook imperfections that exist, which in the end, bite me in the butt.
so that sounds bleak. but it's true. there is no perfect love to be found in any person on the planet.
and it sucks. so don't beat yourself up. besides, it's his loss. lol.
but i'll leave you with this truth:
i've found that whenever i'm strung out, whenever i'm lonely, whenever i'm heart broken, whenever i'm losing my mind, whenever i'm depressed or trying to fill that emptiness inside me, and i turn away from all the poetry and all the facebook and all the overwhelming school work and all the petty relationships, and turn my inner most self towards God, he looks right back at me, he sees me, from wherever he is, he notices little insignificant me, and fills me with an unspeakable sense of calm. the joy of the Spirit, the love of God cannot be fully understood or appreciated. but i believe it is the most real thing, and the only thing, worth living for. he is real, he is loving, and i don't know why, but he is very very patient with all of us short-sighted sinners.
God has a plan and a purpose for every one's life, including yours. so hang in there! he loves us more than any guy or girl can, so much so that he sent his own son to died for our sins. certainly you've heard the story, and i don't want to preach. but just think about that for a second. God? sending HIS son to die for our sins? it isn't logical. but such is the extent of his love. and it is still the nature of his love, yes, even today. amen to that! it's crazy, so unfathomably crazy. God is that love, that so-called "perfect love."
i want some of that!
Pap
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wonderful
wonderful writing my daughter
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