For this poem, I will occasionally add "thought segments", thus it will be an ongoing poem...
I am Christian...
Christ loved without peril...
Dare we live in his example...
without a clear past...
without a clear path forward
I have loved...
I love without denial of my ability to love...
by God's law "thou shall love thy neighbor"
charitable manners, no one cares...
my heart yearns to speak fathoms upon the world
Lost so much, much not much to many...
all that was dear to me, of pure meaning...
thirsty for waters unobtainable by fate...
not wanting material substance
music speaks to my soul...
enjoying classical, vocal, easy listening...
cover of the book....
not to partner with what's inside....
my cover is often judged...
a wonderful book unread
Searching for my counterpart...
since the day I knew of my fate...
to be alone forever, no one excepts...
I concur with fate, long have I given in...
I fight no more
waiting patiently, yet pointlessly....
some would call it hope...
I call it denial, foolish imaginings
Daydreaming...
a realm often visited, not wanting to return...
only to come back to broken reality, not broken dreams
leaving pain behind...
only to have it catch up with me by nocturnal's descent
Thy past love has found new love...
I have not...
Was I really all to blame...
Fate has not granted me my profound desire...
Giving it to another, of distant memory...
Happy, yet saddened
To see beauty of your stature , thine breath says it's so...
To only have the ages to come say that this poet tells lies...
Beauty cannot be of that eminece...
Oh how your existance entices me so
Understanding why...
I see before me more of the same...
Garden woven roses, gifts of deception...
Dare I defy my own fate, is that possible...
I sail yet again, hoping to return to my heart's hunger
I plea and I plea....
I understand now why you don't "hear"...
Must not obtain what I desire most....
Only to have been putting it before you, not on purpose...
I apologize for offending you...
Forgive me in time, I can do better...
"It" does not matter to me anymore
My thoughts are of love and truth, thoughts worth more than all the world's wealth
Thoughts forgotten, not being so bad, no pain in thoughts fluently shattered
Instead, thoughts still linger, only misplaced, worse than shattered, only to be scattered
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