take my words -------------------------------------------
as opposed to a rose
red and fiery in the furnace
is just a face
like a crumbling leaf
around the barren trees: a runaway
of purple hue and somber tone
which whistles despair.
Love burdens me
carrying losses or promises
it being all I have
I write for him to find me
arms outstretched in fantasy
waiting with numb fingers
that will leave a mark on his back
while fading like a flower he embroiders.
I picture a poet struggling with
the great mystery that is the grandness of love.
Love is such a word it barely covers the scope
of a lifetime waiting for someone who
will take the time to know.
In the beginning what do we have
to compare love to?
Who will look into our eyes
and see behind the shine of tears.
Worse what if our first attempts at
love have been betrayed?
All of this runs through my mind
as I read your words. Don't we all want
to leave our mark on someone.
To be with someone who wants us?
Someone who only desires to see the (me)
and watch as I grow.
I remember running to mom and dad and
saying watch me do this, watch me. And they
did because they saw me through eyes of love
and that is the only way to see.
To see the true beauty of a soul.
I would say mark me or brand me
Just do it with love and it will never fade