I have found love and wallowed in its joy and luxury. I have lost love and been swallowed up by its grief and poverty. Experiences with loving caused the fear of it grow, but courage to embrace it grew more. Knowing the risks does not slow a searching heart. B.P.
Beauty shines brighter
in the heart of him
who longs for it
than in the eyes
of him who sees it.
Back when I loved you and you loved me, we hurt each other so badly. The wounds took years to heal, but over time my heart has mended. Everyday the belief grows stronger that I should reach out to you and say “I still love you. Would you like to try again?” G.O.
Hate leaves ugly scars,
love leaves beautiful ones.
Hindsight seems so clear while life ahead appears obscured in fog. Time vaporizes like mist in the morning sun. And one day, I too, will evaporate back to where I came from. If I am the first to go, I’ll wait for you there. Then we can finally be together. T.L.
the clock is ticking,
the hours are going by.
The past increases,
the future recedes.
I’m a good person. You know that. But one who made a terrible mistake. There’s no doubt what I did was wrong. All I can do is tell you how much I love you, apologize with all my heart, beg you to take me back and try to convince you I’m worth a second chance. J.R.
We are all mistaken sometimes;
sometimes we do wrong things,
things that have bad consequences.
But it does not mean we are evil,
or that we cannot be trusted ever afterward.
I understand you’re searching to find your way and sort out what is best for your life. I respect that and the space you say you need, but don’t ever forget I love you very much. I’m not going anywhere and will be waiting for you with open arms to come back to me. R.R.
The road stretches before you
No one knows just how far,
And whatever may befall you
Just remember who you are
If others try to change you,
Think who you want to be,
And I’ll be right here waiting
For when you return to me.
Taken from “I’ll Be Waiting”
Once we were madly in love and couldn’t keep our hands off one other. Now we hardly talk, we don’t kiss and haven’t made love in months. It seems like the great gift that once was our love has turned into nothing but a burden. How did we let this happen to us?
Love that does not
renew itself every day
becomes a habit
and in turn a slavery.
At least you take my calls now and talk to me. I don’t deserve forgiveness, but I hope for it anyway. Living without you taught there is no one else I want to spend my life with. Please give me a chance and I’ll spend my life showing you the depth of my love for you. A.H.
Sometimes you love something so much
that it hurts to leave it, but you must.
Sometimes it hurts too much to hold on
to that thing you love. And sometimes
you let go of what you love because it hurts,
but then just sometimes you get it back
and live happily ever after.
There’s no way to explain my behavior except male ego and stupidity; no logic in letting a moments pleasure come before us. It was only lust with nothing meaningful in it. You own my heart; always will. I don’t deserve it, but please forgive me; take me back. J.M.
Forgive me for being so careless
with the heart that loves me so well.
I love you. You may not believe it now,
but time will certainly tell.
I made a mistake. I have made you cry.
I broke your heart, there is not one reason why,
But I am truly sorry and I want you to know
That all the love I feel for you
I want a second chance to let it show.
I am sorry, Please forgive me and
I promise if you do you will never be sorry.
“Forgive Me” by Frederickia Wallace
I’m right back where I started long ago in a search for the great love of my life; one that shook me down to my soul; one I couldn’t get over no matter how hard I tried. Here I am back near the start knowing the “one” is you. I pray daily for another chance. C.B.
In life we don’t always get what we want;
hopes and dreams get washed away so easily,
hearts are broken, chances are missed,
and we always seem to end up
right back where we started.
From “Colliding Worlds”
by Rebecah McManus
In a dream words came I can’t say. “I love you. Always will. No one ever moved me like you”. To think you might be mine again is so far-fetched I can only barely imagine it. Thoughts of you in my arms straddles the outer boundary of reality, but I think them anyway. M.K.
His heart danced upon her movements
like a cork upon a tide.
He heard what her eyes said to him
from beneath their cowl
and knew that in some dim past,
whether in life or revery,
he had heard their tale before.