What She Said

I mean, he’s a nice guy but…
it just wouldn’t work between us…
we just want different things:

he wants us to be together,
and I don’t.


Lord, equip us.
Not with a sword, or even a shield.
But with love.

And not the brand of love
that is only a thin veil
hiding underlying judgment.

But the kind
that simply loves, unconditionally
and second-naturedly.

The kind
that is so genuine and pure
that it can’t help but affect hearts.

The kind
that is rooted in relationship
between two equal souls.

The kind
that You bestow upon us,
undeservedly, every day.

Lord, equip us.
Not with a sword, or a shield.
But with love.

We’re damaged beings.
We’ve been through a lot.
But that doesn’t mean
we’re not worth another shot.

If we’ll open our hearts,
if we’ll shake off the past,
we’ll make a new start,
and a fresh line will be cast.

I’ll give you all I own.
It’s the best that I can do.
I know I’ve been a stone,
but believe these words are true.

I adore your gentle ways.
You’ve made me a better man.
Far from my former days,
you showed me love really can.

So here I am in front of you,
begging for just one more try.
We have a lot of work to do,
but I hope this isn’t goodbye.


Nothing makes me smile more
than the thought that I’ve somehow
touched your heart and mind.

Consume My Heart

Drink in all of its beauty,
for autumn is a cup brimming with
eternal poetic inspiration.

A mountain of leaves
leaves me with the feeling
I’ll never leave this golden state.

Whispers from the gentle wind
can be heard if one stops to listen
through a fresh pair of ears.

Today my mind is ajar
and my eyes are sealed shut,
letting October consume my heart.

Humoring the whims of my youth,
I’ll collapse into that enveloping hill,
emerging only when spring ceases to dream.

She’s a beautiful dream
in which love has no limit,
and when the night falls
I’ll be falling along with it.

Autumn Sun

Your brown eyes compliment
the autumn sun.
My heart beating comfortably
with you and I one.

I’d kiss you right now,
but I’m far too nervous.
So I’ll hold your hand
while we sit, wordless.

Enjoying the grand view
that October mornings deliver,
our love is brand new,
and yet it’s warm and familiar.

Leaves descend around us
from our spot under this tree.
In a bed of red and gold,
I pray to God we’ll always be.


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