After Thought

Love is that tender feeling that can only be captured by the pain of knowing

you are the only one that can bring me to tears.

I often envision what my life would be like if we had actually taken the time
to pursue the love we both so desperately needed.

The smell of your masculinity overpowers my desire to think rationally. Your
touch is like consuming a controlled substance that is no longer available for
refill.

I find the thought of you utterly intoxicating. Like consuming a fine wine
allowing the taste to role across your palate and bring delight to an otherwise
prosaic situation.

Sometimes I get so caught up in the past that I began to question my reality.

I get caught off guard by visions of the future because the portrait we created
no longer includes your silhouette.

My mind is overtaken by images of uncertainty, and I can not seem to release
the treasures that are prohibiting my desire for rebirth.

I pray for God to release me from exile, but for now He see's fit to allow me
time on this deserted island to sort through this maze of emotions.

I have often heard the phrase "what doesn't kill you will make you stronger."
But if death is already upon you, how is it possible to regain your strength.

I find solace in knowing that one day I will have the pleasure of being
introduced to the one person that speaks my love language fluently.

Once the tide rises up and washes the sand through my toes, I will anticipate
the revival of new life.

If I tilt my head just right, I can catch a glimpse of my future in the distance.

As the new portrait is unveiled I stand firm in knowing I am alive, I am loved
and I am free.

Be Blessed,

Lady 4.0 ©