For Chris, Sam, and Caroline (along with many others).
Is it possible,
To fully express,
Your true feelings,
For a person?
To tell them,
Just how much,
You love them?
How much you appreciate,
Everything that they do.
To let them know,
How everyday,
You are thankful,
For their presence in your life?
To let them know,
That they really have changed your life.
How that they make you laugh,
Not only at them,
But yourself.
To share with them,
The feeling that you get,
When they hurt you in some way.
How you feel,
When you cannot talk to them.
Or to let them,
Share with you,
In your joy,
When you are happy.
Is it at all possibly,
To share these feelings,
With your close ones?
To give them an idea,
How much,
They really mean to you?
Maybe it is.
Who knows?
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Standards
Do people really,
Live up tot he standards,
That are set for them?
Or do we always fall short?
Not quite reaching that bar,
Which was set so high.
Is it possible to make it,
If the proper motivation is given?
Or maybe people saying that you can't,
Will give you the extra push that you need.
Perhaps,
It will have the opposite effect,
And make you feel like what you're doing,
Just isn't good enough.
It varies from person to person.
For some one thing helps.
To others,
It hurts
Live up tot he standards,
That are set for them?
Or do we always fall short?
Not quite reaching that bar,
Which was set so high.
Is it possible to make it,
If the proper motivation is given?
Or maybe people saying that you can't,
Will give you the extra push that you need.
Perhaps,
It will have the opposite effect,
And make you feel like what you're doing,
Just isn't good enough.
It varies from person to person.
For some one thing helps.
To others,
It hurts
Love
They say that love is blind.
I say,
Love is ignorant.
For it is not that you cannot see the faults,
But refuse to look for and notice them.
Love is not finding a perfect person,
Who has no faults.
but rather,
Finding an imperfect person,
To look past their faults,
Making them perfect,
In your eyes.
Now my friends,
That,
Is love.
When the only thing that consumes your thoughts,
Is how that person makes you smile,
Every time you hear their voice,
Their laugh,
See them smile.
How even when they hurt you,
You can't help but think about them still.
How when life seems to dark to continue,
They brighten the way,
With a few simple words.
how they know everything about you,
Yet still like you,
Nevertheless.
That,
Is love.
I say,
Love is ignorant.
For it is not that you cannot see the faults,
But refuse to look for and notice them.
Love is not finding a perfect person,
Who has no faults.
but rather,
Finding an imperfect person,
To look past their faults,
Making them perfect,
In your eyes.
Now my friends,
That,
Is love.
When the only thing that consumes your thoughts,
Is how that person makes you smile,
Every time you hear their voice,
Their laugh,
See them smile.
How even when they hurt you,
You can't help but think about them still.
How when life seems to dark to continue,
They brighten the way,
With a few simple words.
how they know everything about you,
Yet still like you,
Nevertheless.
That,
Is love.
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