SOMEWHERE OUT THERE

To all those spending valentines day alone, be hopeful. this poem is dedicated to you.

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Somewhere out there is the man for me

The one I hold in my dreams

Of whom I sing endless psalms and hymns.

My charming prince,

Not on horses, in castles or of a city name

But of riches beyond man's measurable worth.

Somewhere out there is someone,

Who might not be as the pictures I painted

Not as tall as dark or as handsome;

But his eyes so full of light,

His soul, as bright as day

His spirit, mild, as of a dove.

Out there somewhere is he,

Who is not ashamed to view my flaws

And not deterred by my walls

Who knows the beauty of the soul within 

and exalts it beyond the pearls

and adornments to be seen.

Somewhere out there

Is someone who cares;

Who remembers my birth,

Who looks past my silly mirth,

Who brings me a tissue 

And sits with the box through my tears.

Somewhere out there

Is someone who will choose me

and not consider me a hassle 

One who will understand my myriad of rainbow colours

As my vibrant laughter

feeds his soul

Somewhere out there

Is a man with such passion,

Who is not afraid to make a decision.

A man confident in his own skin

And assured of his life's destination.

Somewhere out there

Is the one who sees what I see

And shares in my dreams,

Who understands I am me

And delights in all that I can be.

Somewhere out there

There is surely one

With whom I can feel safe

Who sees me as just adequate

Someone who is content with me alone

With whom I can raise a nation.

Somewhere out there….

Yes, maybe, somewhere is right here

But no matter how long it takes

I still believe,

As it is yet day, 

He will make his way to me.

While I await my someone's arrival

I am content to discover my potential 

For there’s someone out there

Believing for me

For I too, I’m an answer to someone’s plea.

For someone special and great… just like me

BEFORE I MET YOU

Before I met you, I was me.

I learned to walk on sinking sand,

To wipe my tears with my own hand,

To speak at the walls until they heard:

I am me and always will be.

When you met me, I was me,

You loved that I was on my feet,

And that I could see above the trees.

You coated your lips with stories of my dreams

Then I believed you’d hold my light

I had wished my throne be on your side

And that my court be set upon the hills,

That you’d lend me a shoulder to see the view

And sing my beauty upon the streets

But with three words you demanded my life

“I love you” put up walls of brass

The gate fortified with your ego and pride

My wings trapped beneath your endless desires.

You had me crucified on your insecurity

I had built my faith on your words of charity

You stumped on my worth and sense of purity

In you, love has found its cold grip.

Before you met me I was me

So now I take back my authority

I feed my soul with courage

To take my pieces from your paws.

Rather than ask that I leave me behind,

Paint a picture that includes my dreams

Let me be the author of my destiny

Then you can stand tall, next to me

LOVE?

I don't know the first thing about love.

I hear to love is to give.

So I asked: What am I to give?

If I gave you all I have acquired;

At the whiff of your endless desires,

But laced every gift with double meaning,

Has my love then been affirmed?

And if I hopelessly gave without intention,

But all my gestures failed in comparison to your expectation,

Is my love then inadequate?

How can I give when I am in need?

And if we all gave who then receives?

I don’t know a lot about loving.

They said love is ever forgiving;

Taking no record of wrong doing 

and seeking no revenge for transgressions.

Then I thought within myself:

Am I to ignore your lack of repentance

And welcome you into my confidence?

And if I forgave you of the hurt

But withhold my acts of kindness and warmth,

Is my love then justified,

What if I forgave you what I could,

But framed the memories of my wounds,

Would it be accounted unto me as love?

What if I loved but never forgave?

I do not really know,

So I ask rather than assume,

And they say,

To love is to share

To cut my portion in half

Mine is yours and yours is mine

To open up my habitation

My sacred world is now our sanctuary

So I began to wonder:

What if I unveiled my yesterday

And you shut the door on our tomorrow?;

The darkness of it’s reality,

Caused you to bury the hopes of our destiny.

What benefit then has sharing?

So many things they say about love;

To love is to be truly trusting,

To be patiently enduring.

They say love is to sacrifice;

Me for you and you for me,

A calling to be less of self.

I am unsure of what it all means,

I was once told love is friendship;

Equals walking in understanding,

A relationship built on loyalty,

Commitment, care and individuality,

Again I need clarity.

They say love is endless and without condition,

It is divine and void of contention

So many things people have to say, 

Oh so many things I wish I knew,

But forever the question remains,

What then is love?

All, a few, or none of these?

Don't ask me,

I only know what they said.

FORGIVE ME

Forgive me for letting my world revolve around you,

For thinking you were different and you would understand.

Forgive me for not seeing you in your true light,

For choosing to believe the outrage of your acts over the whispers of my heart.

Forgive me for dreaming my tomorrow with you firmly in it,

For hoping that the world I see will be a reality for you and me.

Forgive me for wanting to change the world for you,

For willing to go through every battle and war with you.

Forgive me for taking you at your word,

And believing every lie,

For accepting your rainbow of colours,

When all I could see was black and white.

Forgive me for putting you on a pedestal, a place no other man could touch,

And for believing in our tender moments and your soft touch .

Forgive me for believing in the simplicity of your heart,

For accepting your every flaw and knick knacks.

Forgive me for taking this long to see,

Just how very wrong you are for me.

For hoping for a miracle, 

Anything to keep you with me.

Forgive me for holding your dreams in my prayers,

And for delighting in those little glances of reassurance.

Forgive me if I choose not to stay,

To not dwell on the hurts that you have caused.

But I pray thee if you cannot forgive anything else,

Please forgive my heart, for it has strayed

Back to where it should have been…away from you

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