Matter of the Heart

The heart bleeds many wounds that are self inflicted
The mutilation is almost unbearable
Yet, strength must be held to preserve what is...
What might come to be...
And what might never come to be
Clairvoyant tendencies run in my veins
Thus I see what is to come
A great rift of drift will slowly occur
Calm words spoken in sweet ears
Where not meant to bring forth sorrow
More at stating acceptance and understanding of him
And peace to self
To cease the tears and the hurt
How the calm words of truth hurt me
Knowing that it made him sad
I was a real trooper on the outside
No quiver of voice
No loss of stability
No show of emotion
Just truths in proper form
I have learned from him
He granted me the ability to evolve
And finally I found out that he learned from me
Where this will go is anyone's guess
Pure love in its true most stable form
Accepts what is and what is not
The whole of the individual
The shining beam in the night sky
Still gives way to the dark recesses that see mere shadows of the past
A past that generated the present outlook and fear
Within me lies the spark that goes far beyond Eros
Whose components SCREAM I am a square peg
And you are a square hole
We fit!
I believe with all my heart he may now see it
But with certainty, I cannot say
He needs to care for self
Understandably so!
Had he asked me to WAIT, I would faithfully do so
As he is not selfish, he did not ask
Had he asked and not come through
I would shatter myself
Anger would not be had toward him as that is not pure love
It would have been a freewill decision on my part
Thus, only I could be held responsible for my actions or lack thereof
Pure love looks towards another's happiness over their own
Fine balance and fine tuning
There is a form of harmony that comes with belonging
Perhaps the winds shall blow the sails in a different direction
One that heads his heart to me of his own accord ~ Maggie ~ September 18, 2007 @ 2:24 a.m.