The Being

It’s the assimilation of one’s heart and mind

To be capitulated by one being in a way never before

For a fraction of the time one breathes, one flies

For the time to take to fall in love was never enough

The courteous of souls, the manners of a gentleman

All too easily spoken unless seen by the naked eye

The warmth of a man, the gentleness of a feather friend

All too blind unless felt by one’s own plight

Doubts seldom passed by, Fear rarely got the better

Trust was never the issue, Communication was the matter

The virgins of all virgins was living its name

The downfall it would be to this amazing voyage

Realization set in, one feels the knife pierce

To run a mile away, to stay and face the pain

It was never the question to be heard of

For to leave was a choice to hard to make

It was then one realized the raw emotion one carried

It was then one understood the depth of feelings one had

It was not the same, it was new, and it was foreign, affection to the highest point

It was something to precious to let go off or to contemplate letting go

It was real, it was honest, and it was hers to make whole and home….

The endless sudden distance, puts her bluntly to the test

The independence she deserves yet the softest of love received

She values this gift, the surprising gift of acceptance

One, who is blessed, now sees light to the gray areas

Savoring the abundant hope it brings

To a once murk, shadowy future

Being realistic but appreciating

The being who lifts her high yet accepts her flaws

The being who has her heart in his hands…..

C.C 09’