A turning point came. Grief grew from it for both of us. Our love was severely tested and its strength proven. Wounds are still healing, but the future looks bright. From the ashes of great pain is growing the greatest happiness I’ve ever known. J.R.B.
Grief, is also a form of joy.
The rose celebrates,
by falling apart,
petal by petal.
by weeping over,
There is an ache in my chest that comes from wondering what will become of ‘us’. Will our love grow into an ‘always’ life together or will the magic fade? It’s wonderful to love someone so much but sometimes I’m still afraid you’re going to break my heart. L.Y.
I lie on the ground,
and stare into space,
the stars start to move,
into the shape of your face.
I see you there now,
looking down at me,
with that cute little smile,
that I like to see.
You say “close your eyes”,
“tell me what you see”,
I see only two people,
just you and me.
From “A Wish” by Randy Schutte
I say too much. I dream too much. I try to make things the way I want them to be, instead of how they are. I want things to be better, but often end up hurting you with my good intentions. Please look through my neediness and see my true love for you. M.E..
Cinderella walked on broken glass.
Sleeping Beauty let a whole lifetime pass.
Belle fell in love with a hideous beast.
Jasmine married a common thief.
Ariel walked on land for love and life.
Snow White barely escaped a knife.
It was all about blood, sweat, and tears.
Because love means facing your biggest fears.
Insecurities tear at me and it hurts when you go out partying with your friends. You were wild in the past, but I have no reason to doubt you since we’ve been together. Please help me stop the painful worrying about losing you or being cheated on. T.G.
One is easily fooled
by that which one loves.
Jean Baptiste Poquelin Moliere
Holding you as you cried until you made yourself sick was one of the hardest things I have ever done. My arms were around your waist as your intense emotions made you throw up. You said I’m sorry” and I believe you. I ended up loving you even more. C.B.
The greatest love
the hardest conditions…
Pretenders have taken advantage of me. Players have played me. Abusers have abused me. But yet my quivering broken heart says, “I will not stop believing you’re out there somewhere; the one who deserves my love. Do you feel me like I do you?” B.C.
The thinnest slice would be teeming
with memories of a love so strong
it turned you inside out and left you gasping,
and would be an identical match
to a slice stored in the heart of a soul mate.
It doesn’t hurt much anymore. My memories of you, of us, are good and I cherish them. Once in a while those old feelings come round. Then I remember how much I love you and how much I still yearn to be safe in your arms, skin against skin. B.C.
I was made and meant to look for you
and wait for you
and become yours forever.
I have loved you for over twenty-five years but we’ve shared only scattered days. True love is like that; it lasts and lasts proving itself over and over through the duration of time. How I wish to had been able to see before what I so clearly comprehend now. K.M.
If you hide, I’ll seek for you.
If you’re lost, I’ll search for you.
If you leave, I’ll wait for you.
If they try to take you away from me,
I’ll fight for you.
Hold my hand again. Take me in your arms. Linger against me. Kiss me slowly; tenderly. While I don’t live in the past, your part in my life is as vibrantly fresh and alive as if it was yesterday; not twenty five years ago. This love is one of a kind that comes only once. Yours only I am. C.B.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments
and glue them together again and tell myself
that the mended whole was as good as new.
What is broken is broken and I’d rather
remember it as it was at its best than mend it
and see the broken places as I lived.
Just because we’re not together doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Since our destiny has not been a life together I think I love you even more. You’re the dream always in my mind, the hope never to leave my heart and the favorite ‘could-have-been’ in my soul. C.B.
If you could go back and change just one thing
about your life, would you? And if you did,
would that change make your life better?
Or, would that change ultimately break your heart?
Or break the heart of another?
Would you choose an entirely different path?
Or would you change just one thing?
Just one moment.
One moment that you always wanted back.