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Ever so often, we may find ourselves
cringing and bracing ...
But no need to suffer too long...
No need to go through it alone,
for together we can indeed be more strong ...

Maybe if you look into mine,
inspire you it might ,
and help you with your own pain...
To see how I deal or cope with it,
even though the grief
seems to not willingly wane ...

Maybe if you witness
how I try to see Life's worth ,
so instead of each day just surviving
I'm somehow also thriving ...
Then perhaps it will aid you
to realize more , its own beauty and value,
so to withdraw into one's self
won't come back once more
in deceptive stealth .
For as it jeopardizes your very health,
I would loathe to see you, my Love, so crumpled,
your very essence imprisoned & strangled ...

Though it's not always the sauce for the goose
applies for the gander in real life ...
Maybe there's anyway
always something good to learn
and be gleaned
from a loved one's own strife ...

And while we more often start alone
facing our shadows, perhaps there
for reasons unknown,
And because I believe in you ...
to not be a Shakespearean tragedy,
but instead, your own success story
that you have every right to be ...
Maybe it won't be so scary
to take that hand ,offered lovingly,
of one who cares for you truly ,
of one who sees all the good in you openly ,
(even though you may fail to see
your valuable worth with clarity ...)

Together to strengthen, inspire ...
I can keep you company
in life's challenging but worthwhile journey,
affectionately ... understandingly ...
and, not the least, devotedly ...

I posted this in 2013 and felt the urge of posting it again.

Under my username as Summerwind, (aka windyweatherly), which I replaced in honor of the person who meant so much to me then.

With special thanks to Ondos who created this video.

Dedicated to all those in pain, like me and those who make the difference like my friend, Tess and Reguiny. Phil you taught me a lot and I am blessed to have met and be your friend.

Forever grateful,

Phyllis

Talk to me slowly you should know me
Trust my reply even when you are blue as the sky
Never let your heart be a pretender
When love is real we both surrender

Words of love will never grow old
Ours is a love story that's never been told
And as we walk together our eyes will see the future bright
Eternity will be our treasure and God will give it to us with his delight

When magic is something only your heart can hold
A magic love story that's never been told
One day when we tell it angels will decorate heaven just right
And then together we will tell it with delight

Fresh as a flower
Love that doesn’t fade with time
Blowing in the wind

There comes a time
when we don't get impressed
with the "butterflies in the stomach"
or the "fireworks" any longer ...
There comes that time when we look
for that feeling of deepening connection
growing stronger ...

The "sweeping off your feet" ,
wining and dining ... fail to make you feel complete ...
The good looks or flashy things
have long felt stale and quite obsolete ...

It's more the yearning
to truly connect intellectually, spiritually,
and emotionally ....
So conversations never falter
but flow fluidly like forest spring's water...
So the most trivial in life everyday ,
gives much more gladness
in every imaginable way ...

It's nothing to do anymore with any material thing ...
Instead, it's already about
that often elusive indescribable feeling
that only the right human connection can bring ...

Which in the end gives the affirmation,
that to arrive at true Love's destination ...
Simple is often the best
for that thing called human happiness
when we embark on the precarious quest ...
Where inspite of the hinders & frustration,
that put many of us to the gruelling test ,
With unwavering hope and perseverance,
their faith has come to be finally blessed ...

Dont care much for the story
which we all have heard before...
But ... ohhh the music videos
of the choice romantic scenes ,
leave me wanting for more ...

Just pulls at my heartstrings
till they almost break ...
For a romantic to the core like me,
such as a moth to a flame ,
myself giddy and warm they make ...

For even as it brings tears to my eyes almost ,
I can not steer my gaze away ,
( Well ... to a bearded Ryan Gosling how can I say "Nay" ?)
To soak it all in and gladfully obey,
nor turn off the songs being sung,
The heart just tingling, as if it were once more young ...

Like a bumblebee
I'm drawn to Love's sweetest fragrance ...
akin to nothing resembling
of manmade substance ...

Love's loss can inflict
the deepest pain and most lasting scars ...
But on the other hand,
its granted gift
feels deep inside as beholding the twinkling stars...
The warm glow of each treasured moment
filling your chest of unforgettable happy memoirs ...

The thorny path to love is ne'er smooth,
As blinded so many dare ramble,
With many inflicted scars to sooth,
Entangled in its briars and bramble.

Respect and equality are high on the list,
None seeking control of the other,
Take nothing for granted and always persist
To share hugs, but don't try to smother.

Don't live in your shadows, take time on your own,
Each person entitled to this,
Demands and shortcomings are best left alone,
Avoid falling in bitter abyss.

Be there for your lover like strong back bone,
Make Love ! ... for its Gods special gift,
And when you're apart you won't feel alone,
Contentment your hearts will lift.

It's better to listen than it is to talk,
Have fun ! ...it helps stop the rust,
Share things together if only a walk,
Positivity will strengthen your trust.

And lastly forgiveness in love is huge,
The word that turns misery to bliss,
Bring these keys with you to seek refuge,
And trade them all in for a kiss.

Before our paths crossed ,
our lives unfolded on their individual own ,
as we gathered experiences
both sweet and bitter ...
Eventually we met,
all the wiser but quite wearier ...
The chinks in our armor
a little more worse for wear ,
but not our self-worth nor capacity to love,
of which we are more deeply aware ...

But for me
that is the beauty and strength
of having the right person ...
To travel Life's journey with,
through all the years and every season ...
Then both can together recover, strengthen,
thrive ... and not merely survive ...
To make it easier and perhaps faster to heal,
to strengthen each other's resolve & will ...

So that , in the end,
your time ... my time ...
if only given the chance
and allowed to merge into one ...
With mutual resolve, faith, and perseverance ,
finding strength in indomitable coherence ,
Yours and mine will then become
a more fulfilling happier "our" time
never ever to crumble... never ever to be undone ...

Maybe not this time ...
Perhaps in the next lifetime ..
When sought after happiness from affection
is placed within grasp
in my next reincarnation ...

Maybe next time,
to my favor, the stars will finally align ...
I hope to be open and aware
so I won't miss the clear signs ...

Maybe next time,
I won't anymore experience Goldilocks' quandary,
that feels like Tantalus' story of mockery ...
Too hot ... too cold... too soft ... too hard ,
like a game of chance with a handful of bad cards ...
Can smell and feel it,
almost within my grasp...
Only for it to, in the end,
sorrowfully unclasp ....

Maybe when I'm least aware ,
not so much anymore thinking or looking ...
For all we know,
when Life is simply allowed to flow
like a precious cask of good Merlot ...
that's probably when the rainbow finally starts appearing ...
that's perhaps when the dreary heart, once again,
begins glowing ...

Just as it is a person who , before,
has deeply hurt and mangled us ...
So it is most likely
that another individual's love,
belief in us, support & trust...
will carry us along farther & further
to truly move on
and let Healing's might move on faster ...

Just like that robust tree branch ,
one's salvation out of that
fatal quagmire ...
before we grow fatefully weary of struggling and tire ...
The extended hand for you to take ...
the loving arms that are yearning to embrace you,
to compel that dense looming darkness
to finally break ...

It is almost always more daunting
to survive heartwrenching upheavals alone ...
So much more difficult to medicate
when excruciating pains are one's own ...

Nobody including me
is pristinely without scar ...
But even so,
walking that path forward
will be more fulfilling and joyful to do ...
If we journey not as solitary one ,
but together ... hand in hand ... us two ...