For you, who is in a difficult position, of believing if true love still does exist in this world.
Listen to the stern echo of my voice, and know what love is,
how the truth of it lies beyond the illusions of a fated kiss,
that its definition is beyond the monikers it gains from men,
who question it to the core as they wonder curiously, 'when',
When does love come into hand, and why does it come so,
are the shifting tones that play around each and every soul,
what the mind has been baffled of as it continues to search,
wandering the emptiness, of the barrenness of our earth.
But, you forget dear one, that the love you find here is not,
complete, pure, selfless, hopeful, it is an eternity far from that,
for where you search proves, exactly what you will find,
as you look in darkened corners, and say that love is 'blind'
Now, please realize and understand what it means to love,
what great measures does it muster to even closely think of,
complete selflessness, sacrifice, and the denial of thy self,
for true love is not always seen, nor is it always strongly felt.
Where now to look, for love as true, beyond any imagination,
do pray and take a moment, for it's not a convoluted equation,
to see that perfect love has come for us and taken up a cross,
and in that perfect love have our lives been freed by such cost.
I see the confusion in those eyes, the sighs and empty stares,
do understand that only through this, can love be compared,
so wait, don't rush, this is no race to find romance in your life,
the perfect love that died for you has a plan beyond the strife.
Beyond the stirring of your worries, of the lonely moments hence,
beyond a palpable kind of waiting, does it come to make sense,
when culmination comes to moment, perfect love prepared for you,
only in His perfect timing, can perfect love answer with an "I do".
YOU ARE READING
For You
PoetryFor you, my words they are to keep, For you, my dreams to fill your sleep, For you, my life in your hands, For you, my love I still stand. (Cover is self made)
