Life
hardened me. But I see as you see: friend, family, lover,
all
the above. I love you becomes, “I see you.” This is a
riddle,
for we often see love. Moreover, it becomes, “I
commune
with you.” In many instances, it becomes, “I forgive
you.”
We enter circles, running from circles, confronted by
said
circles. I’m deep in silence, where why is answered for.
Thus,
love is a miracle, a web of definitions, where love
chants,
weary of little. I’m deep in silence, somewhat flushed,
where
tears may fall. I speak to life, fleshed in sin, to honor a
course
of action. A flower is dying, gasping for breath, once
my
courage. Words are so complicated, to suffer in silence,
compelled
by love. How has she loved me, ever to wonder,
tempted
to jib and jibe? I speak not in depth, walking each
sentence,
weathered by God’s hand. A smile is surely a hello.
Why
have I inserted such, looking forward to smile? And
here
it comes, a featured smile. Nevertheless, we love,
infatuated
with love, ever bonded to love.
