The "thing" of loving one unconditionally ...
is truly a gift ...
One that is not held by many ...
it takes one of special nature and qualities ...
to do such a thing ...
Very rarely is it noticed or regarded ...

You my friend - do have this knack ...
I plead you not to let go, or lose this gift ...
Treasure it, and hold it tight ...

she stood in the middle ...
and one went to the right and another one to the left ...

both interesting and new ...
but which would she choose ...

her heart longed for things ...
she looked around ...
first to the left, and then to the right ...

and yet nothing ...
both pulled and lure to her ...
but yet, she hadn't looked up or inside ...

for inside her, was the truth and the light ...
and up was the sun, shinning brightly - no matter what ?

and that is how we take the crossroads of life ....

This poem is dedicated to the one i love more than life...

My heart longs, it lingers on times gone past....
i know more is in store, but time is not yet there...

My heart yurns for your sweet touch,
but yet time blocks my tongue, from asking....
And yet time slips a taste of that which is yet to come...

My heart rages for time to spend with you...
but is tamed by your sweet voice,
like a whisper in the wind, my heart obeys your every wish...

Until the time is up, and you return to me,
then may my heart run free....

Until the time is right, and you are settled...your beloved....