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I ask the impossible: love me forever.
Love me when all desire is gone.
Love me with the single mindedness of a monk.
When the world in its entirety,
and all that you hold sacred advise you
against it: love me still more.
When rage fills you and has no name: love me.
When each step from your door to our job tires you--
love me; and from job to home again, love me, love me.
Love me when you're bored--
when every woman you see is more beautiful than the last,
or more pathetic, love me as you always have:
not as admirer or judge, but with
the compassion you save for yourself
in your solitude.
Love me as you relish your loneliness,
the anticipation of your death,
mysteries of the flesh, as it tears and mends.
Love me as your most treasured childhood memory--
and if there is none to recall--
imagine one, place me there with you.
Love me withered as you loved me new.
Love me as if I were forever--
and I, will make the impossible
a simple act,
by loving you, loving you as I do
There never was a reason
Why?
Always lingering
as if a cloud in the sky
I sit and think and nothing comes
Through miles and miles my mind does run
Of dreams shared
Everything to do
When the weather changed
From a soft warm breeze
To freezing rain tearing
My heart into pieces
Bringing me down to my knees
As tears roll down
Like autumn leaves
Forgotten...Lost
Not daring to make a sound
Confusion, Pain, and sorrow
Seem to always surround
These feelings I hide
Though in this search they seem to be
All I can find
But I still hope
You will be here with me....
