Cold fall winds blow
A woman looks out of a window
The eyes that stare are the eyes of sorrow
This is not the mask of joy she wears
For these eyes are the eyes that people don’t know
In silence and loneliness she suffers
And she will wear her mask again tomorrow
To perform her daily and arduous show
But if one could get past the mask
To see her pain and daunting task
And offer a comforting place for tears to flow
Then the depths of her they would know –
Tag: Love
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In the face of fear let us hold onto our light;
In our darkest hours we will prevail against the horrors of the night.
Though we are sorrowful, we are spirited;
Though we may fear, our hearts will not fail;
Though our crosses are heavy, we will not falter;
Though we shed tears, our hearts are filled with love;
Though we are misunderstood, we will persevere;
Though we may be unloved, we will find the strength to love ourselves.Neither fear, nor sorrow, nor doubt, nor tribulation, nor fire, or deep waters stop our resolve.
Let our names be written in gold and read aloud in heaven’s roll.
Let the world stare upon us in jealousy and wonder.
Let us, the sorrowful, meet at that peaceful river and cry in each other’s arms.
Let us all link and hold each other in love as we silently turn our heads to the sky and look at the starlight. -
Tears of joy fall from her eyes
I hold her in warmth
Emotions well up inside
A new life has been born
A precious gift to our lives
I caress your face
And together we cry. -
Can you accept my faults?
Can you accept my fears?
If I reveal myself to you in earnest
Will you still be there?Will you use my vulnerabilities against me?
Will you mention them and intentionally try to hurt me?
In my time of pain will you be there for me?
Will you give of your love unconditionally? -
A comforting touch;
Emotions are released;
Tears flow. -
The first time I saw you, I loved you,
But you had already given your love
To someone else;
Many years have passed,
And I still think about you;
You have imprisoned my emotions,
For my heart still belongs to you;
Until you are mine,
My soul will always long for you. -
My Lord, my God,
Please hear my cry;
For without your love
My soul will die. -
Love. A word often overused and incorrectly defined.
Love. A word often betrayed by the actions of those claiming to intimately know it.
Love. A powerful mover of emotions.
Love. A word often used for selfish gain.
Love. A word trampled on and defiled by unscrupulous deceivers.
Love. Something to be valued and protected.
Love. Something worth fighting for.
Love. Something that can sometimes be unfathomable to the human mind.
Love. The embodiment of the word is a wonderful thing to behold.
Love. Some think they truly know it, but have never experienced it.
Love. The essence of it is more beautiful than diamonds and brings me to tears.
Love. To know it, is to know passion.
Love. The emotions of it will cause the heart to beat faster.
Love. The meaning of the word can be expressed in many ways.
Love. A precious gift worthy of veneration.
Love. I will speak it. I will live in it. I will give it.
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She visited me in my dreams for a fortnight; the length and soft texture of her hair brushing against my face as we kissed passionately. The scent of her, like the scent of a thousand fields of white and cream gardenias in beautiful array, intoxicating my soul as we slow danced to a beautiful concerto composed by the heavenly angels. Passionate words of love were whispered as I held her tightly; the warmth of her bosom against my chest causing my heart to flutter as she stunned me with her femininity and beauty. I was wrapped in her love and affection. I had known her intimately, and the passionate moments we shared was something to be written of in the stars. She had moved me. In tender longing I reached for her again to feel her warmth and love, but she wasn’t there. I searched for her in my dreams with fervor and much intensity, but she was nowhere to be found. Alas, the fifteenth day had come.
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All women posses their own unique beauty. The aesthetics of her external radiance is alluring, but it is the essence of her heart that will move me to passion.
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