This is the love I waited on,
A love God created,
waiting on me to see,
you are the light of this world.
With the presence that is always felt,
A smile that heals the deepest hurt,

The amazing way things have changed since last valentines day,
through all the hurt and pain I still found a way,
continuing to give, trying to take away,
from all your worries you had each day.

he sats alone, in his truck,
watching traffic drive by,
a simple way for a simple man
to watch time go by,
a simple life,
with a simple wife,
and all the memories
he must have,

She stepped from her car,
as I caught a glance,
unkept hair,
oversized pants.
and a frail body, made me wonder,
was she even ninety pounds?
And quivering sounds
came from behind a frown,

pain and aches,
are having its way,
with no show or mind
of retreat,
and with every spit
bringing freedom to breath,

but this is my plight
to believe....

Trapped and yearning,
searching,
for answers,
longing,
finding,
freedom,
in truth,
for a short time,
a blessing,
coming cost,
becoming lost,
eyes become open,
paradise,

You took me inside
when I was at my lowest,
at the age of 15,
having lived through four years of this,
And the last thread of my spirit
was seperating from my being,

Let me never forget,
to get on my kness and ask,
that before each day starts,
you will bless,
and that with each minute
of my day,
living more your way,
I always do better.

Like the day I poured gas,
the day you asked for help,
having the truth inside,
keeping it to yourself,
and how you said,
after me asking three times,
I don't want to date,
especially him,

Heart was there,
with blinders on,
it refused to accept,
what was going on,
belivieving,
trusting,
captivated by her song,
Mind understood,
his foolish search,

searching through dresses,
12 and 14,
for a moment
he was back in that dream,

of pleasure that brought,
breathless smiles,
tear-full eyes,
was now all in the past,
now thats gone,

he searches for words
day after day,
for a smile he
wishes never went away,
in her presense,
making words bend and bow,
and with her smile
phrases and themes
try and capture,

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In the dark of the night,
and from door to door
she was looking for answers
she was giving up hope...
franic,
panic,
began to set in,
Was this her fate,
for her sin?

God tell me again
like you did before
in a dream,
or whisper confort in solitude
of the night,
or show me the reasons
at the break of light,
if it is your voice
make sure I am listening,