Ever Could, by William Fitzsimmons

You have been a stronger wind
The guiding of my right
The ever present confidant
A light in these dark eyes

I want you like no one else ever could
I want you like no one else ever could
Do you

His First Love

You only know what I want you to
I know everything you don't want me to
Oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine
Oh you think your dreams are the same as mine

I wish you'd hold me when I turn my back
The less I give the more I get back
Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise
I don't have a choice but I still choose you

Oh I don't love you but I always will

Poison and Wine, by The Civil Wars

My love poem for you

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

XLIII. "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

I Have Little, But I Am Rich

If I do not have eyes, I will sing my words.
If I do not have a voice, I will write to praise and protest.

If I do not have legs, I will train my arms to lift me up.
If I do not have arms, I will play soccer for a living.

If I do not have a home, I will pack light and move around.
If I do not have things, I will invite everyone I know to stay at my home.

If I do not have money, I will collect soda cans for pennies.
If I do have money, I will not buy soda.

If I do not have a lover, I will go for a romantic dinner with my friends.
If I do not have friends, I will travel the globe and find godparents in every place.

If I do not have anything, I still have love.
If I do not have love, God will love me, so I can love in return.

[And if I do not have life, Ben Breedlove tells me to have peace about dying.]

Too Difficult to Explain

I love you for even the difficult things and especially the wonderful things. You make me feel alive to myself and enlivened by God. Thank you.

What a breath of fresh air. I love you just the same, and have been affected by you greatly.

Be

Be understanding to your enemies,
Be loyal to your friends.
Be strong enough to face the world each day.
Be weak enough to know you cannot do everything alone.
Be generous to those who need your help.
Be frugal with what you need for yourself.
Be wise enough to know that you do not know everything.
Be foolish enough to believe in miracles.
Be willing to share your joys.
Be willing to share the sorrows of others.
Be a leader when you see a path others have missed.
Be a follower when you are shrouded by the mists of uncertainty.
Be the first to congratulate an opponent who succeeds.
Be the last to criticize a colleague who fails.
Be sure where your next step will fall, so that you will not tumble.
Be sure of your final destination, in case you are going the wrong way.
Be loving to those who love you.
Be loving to those who do not love you, and they may change.
Above all, be yourself.

~ Unknown source

Dear Man

Man,
Do not settle for less than what is destined for you.
One that finds you an equal. To live, learn, and laugh with.
One who comforts you with his calm river. So your boat sleeps peacefully.
On his pulsating heart, broken soul.

Receive what you don’t deserve, yet.
Embrace the harsh truth of pain and weakness.
Extend your growing gratitude as minutes prove longevity.
Emanate the flow of grace. Forgive yourself and forget. [That is how you shall bear with yourself.]

For you have endured uncertainties, hurt, and glimpses of success.
Thus deserving rest in abundant commodities of generosity and love.

Find your place in this earthy maze.
In good faith, you take a huge leap to new waters.
In solemnity, you pray for the surrounding shapes, welcoming you.
In health or sickness, in riches or poverty. In love.

Guard your chiseled heart. Hope for renewal.
Undo the tangled rope, find your way to simplicity.
Under the heat of the sun, wash, let the scars dry.
You may find revolution.

I am no solution.
I am a mere cup. Of overflowing, unguided waterfall.
I may topple in the storm, yet aware to set my sail.
I make choices, bad and good, round and about.
I am a puzzle to solve. With casualties.

For you have learned your wisdom. Handsome silver and deep brown.
Thus I breathe out wind. Set sail. Find your man.

Sincerely,

Non-Conformist