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© Shannon Allen |
I've heard it said that time heals all wounds, Well, I'll say unto you; that - that's simply not true. Or, maybe it's just me and I just don't have that kind of time. Tightly, I can hold your hand, or tighter yet, wrap you in Love's embrace And in my mind, or in my heart; I feel as if I have chained your soul, chained it to mine And then it hits me one day, that there is a difference; that I was one of yours, not one with you, as I would have desired. I can share with you my every thought, good and bad I can cry with you, cry for you, or let you cry with me - in joy, in sorrow or in pain And then one day it hits me that your presence is temporary, a gift; true - but not one of security, not one that withstand any test of time. Oh, I suppose I will always buy you flowers on special occasions - or sometimes, simply for no reason at all; just because they used to make you smile And I will probably never stop spending the occasional Saturday afternoon rifling thru the trinkets you'd so often give to me, we'd laugh, but little did you know how I would hold onto them forever - however long that is And then one day it hits me that the kiss we shared was just that, a kiss and that it was never any implication of any sort of contract, and those gifts where to say "I love You", not "I will always be here for you". Guess I just took that part for granted. I suppose there is at least one cliché that I have found to be true, you do reap what you sow So today, I plant - instead of waiting on flowers from you, I go outside, break the ground, prepare it, in anticipation of the beauty to come, the adoration of my own soul, at the hands of God, I'll nurture this plot with Love and care and of course water and sunshine, if He sees fit And then you learn that even the sun - a gift from God - it burns too! I'll always love you! Yet I don't know why. |