A WISHFUL LOVE POEM
You entered my life like a gentle sigh,
like a quiet breeze blowing softly through the leaves.
You were a stranger first, one who laughed freely and
Hidden amongst your stormy clouds was my love for you. Blowing
softly, while caressing your heart with silent gestures,
never knowing which way the winds of passion would sail.
When you spoke of minor intimacies and common ground,
you became my friend, no longer a stranger,
trusting you with secrets hidden,
confiding in what we liked and hated.
As we talked and laughed and as time passed by,
I grew more and more dependent upon your smile.
I am the warm blanket on the cold nights
I am the answer that calms your anxieties
I am the critic that understand the abstract you
From strangers to friends was just a baby step,
a stride, and a leap of faith, I would have never taken.
Without your trust and yearning to gently take down each
brick of my wall, then lovingly reusing them to strengthen
our foundation and without your smiles and encouraging gaze,
I would never have taken the step beyond.
Your gentle breeze kept blowing through minor cracks in my walls, so
relentlessly, yet the spiritual breeze somehow sealed the holes.
Trust unlocked the fears, while setting aside your past
tears with compassion and understanding.
We were never strangers, only shadows that didn't
see each otherís light.
We traveled far along the path of friendship,
avoiding the bumps somehow, never stumbling,
always in step with one anotherís adventurous rhythms.
You are the unfailing light that lit the corridor before us.
Hand in hand, lips to lips, and soul to soul, you have taken us to
a destination I had never seen before.
A road of true support has no bumps, only life obstacles
that all couples must face.
Without our communication skills,
we shall fail ourselves and God too; In life we choose the path with our freewill, though sometimes we mistakenly take another person path because we havenít found the courage to explore our own path.
until we hit the dead end with our lifeless brakes.
Regrets seem to void all futures, not to mention a murderous
effect on your upcoming dreams. Living a lie canít ever bring forth
love, only deaden your self-worth.
Though we are so very different, you and I,
our differences merge with our similarities and
give rise to something special and unique.
What I value most is the way we talk about anything, anytime
anywhere, yet each time I listen to you,
I pondered what you have said and what you havenít said,
learning to understand the silent words of your inflections, as well.
I've learned to trust in your instincts and mine too,
without the conflict of misunderstanding.
We reflect our passions in the same way, breaking all
the rules of society with the confidence of Zeus.
We are pattern less and direction-less, unless we trust our
God given instincts to guide us to a place where others have forgotten:
We shall pay a heavy price by their standards and receive
a treasure that outweighs the value of gold.
I love the vitality and zest that is so much a part of you and
those flashing flares of fire that animates all that you do.
It's easy to see how much you love life,
even when life is sometimes less than lovable,
and that love is always mirrored in your eyes and
You are so beautiful when that spark ignites the
vitality that blazes in your happy face.
When two matches catch fire, the warmth lasts longer
and the adoring light shines brighter, thus even
the blind can see the sparks.
You know its real love, when someone dares to study
the object of their desire, so that they can enhance
their life without strings.
Darling, I love that you took the time to find my light,
my details and all that I am.
Our trust started as a small seed, I think,
a tentative whisper of unearned confidence,
often shrouded by a cloak of hesitation and fear of the unknown.
I could always tell when you faltered,
when the steps we took were uncertain and questioned.
And yet, we still trusted each other
with our secrets and with our feelings.
Though the world needs a combination to find your
hidden secrets, your vault of unconditional trust was
always set for a soul mate to be.
The strength of our foundation allows for imperfections, mistakes,
and for bad days that always seems to come.
We donít seek perfection, but respect, compassion, and understanding
on those days, as well.
It's uncanny sometimes how well you know my thoughts,
my feelings, my moods, and sometimes frightening how closely our lives
have become interlinked.
You know so much of me, secrets I've never told,
thoughts I've never shared, parts of me I've never seen myself.
You've discovered a window into my being,
a window I didn't know was there,
a window no one else has ever found.
It's almost as if our two souls have merged into one,
almost as if the hand of God has repaired that which
once was broken.
In your endless search for true love, you left the
window to your heart open slightly, hoping someday a
soft breeze shall find its way in. Sometimes the wind
came in the wrong direction and blew sand in your eyes.
Then one day, an unexpected swirling wind began clearing your
eyes and comforting your past pain with a subtle touch.
Yes, yes, yes, this is the hand of God waving his approval of us.
Though He moved his hand only slightly, the world cleared the way for
his will. For that is why I raise my fingers in glory to
him and why God is my savior and my hero.
Sometimes the words that are already expressed need no
comment, only continued yearning and effort.
Your life has touched mine in ways you cannot fathom
and I could never describe in depth.
The gentle breeze, blowing softly through the leaves,
has worked his wondrous magic,
transforming the one he touched.
I'm not the same person I was a year ago.
I will never be that person again.
In the short time of knowing you time, I grew a lifetime,
learning about you.
You are inspiring in the way you love and in your zest for
life. If you were to have stayed the person as we first met, then I
would have failed you and myself. The evolution of our enthusiasm
has brought forth a wondrous creation in the way we speak
and treat each other with respect.
It is true; I purposely raised the bar of open
communication to eliminate all others, but not with the
intention to hurt you or control you, only to show that
the bar has no limits. We, as humans, knock the bar down
to adjust it to our own selfish level. Joy, fun and
laughter is the tools we all need to survive. You, my
darling, have an abundance of these qualities and love
to share it. This enthusiasm makes me light up like a
As much as you've altered my present though,
the effect you've had on my future is just as great.
I once thought I knew what love meant to me,
once thought I had experienced all that life had to
I lived and I loved, and I hurt and I grew,
and I believed I could never love again,
could never willingly face the pain of caring.
Love was a myth, I thought, true love, lasting love,
was just a lie recited by poets and dreamers?
but I was wrong.
Because I write from instincts and feelings, my poetry
never lies, sometimes it brings happiness, tears and
I love the wisdom you had and the ultimate respect
toward listening or reading anything I ever
said. Not to mention having the guts to question
things when I was wrong, or when you didn't quite
understand the meaning of what I said.
In learning to love you, I discovered I've never loved
Not truly. Not entirely. Not eternally.
I've spent much of my life in love with love,
searching for the fulfillment of a concept,
I confused lust with love, intimacy with affection.
And when those feelings waned, when the relationships
died, I wondered why I felt so empty, so hurt.
You changed that, as you've changed so much else.
You taught me how to love.
My only wish now is that you continue to leave the
windows open for me.
EDWARD KEITH DEPUTY 2002