Wednesday, January 4, 2012

we should know this by now

When Some-Body Loves you
They don't let you go
Not for your struggle
And not for your pleads
Not for your pain-soaked desireful needs-
That are really merely overgrown wants acting like weeds
Bitter passion seeds
Stray leading wise godly through enigmatic means and cryptic paths
Paths straightened because one beholds

Love swears truth
It beckons to be real
It is slow to impose
for real love is a rare stone
Forgotten by the world
Remembered by a remnant
He wishes for only one