Tear Drops of Surrender
Simplicity Of Life Is Like A Fresh Breath Of Air. Walking With Christ Can Get More Complicated When We Get In The Traffic Jams Of The World.
A LOVERS QUARREL
A Lovers Quarrel
Both Spread Their
Wings In Flight
Away From
Each Others Words
Broken Hearts
Shattered Dreams
Of Their Reality
Of Being
Lovers Forever
Sitting In Isolation
Both Slumped In
Winter Corners
Of Their Minds
Feeling Deeply
Saddened
Alike Wounded
Love Doves
With Broken Wings
One Can't Fly
With Their Imaginations
Running Rapid Their
Thoughts Racing
Around Love
They Pretend They Have
Soft Feathers
Using It
To Wipe Away
Their Yearning
Drops That Drips
To Their Soft Prayers
To God
Of Not Wanting
Their Love Over
Either Can Get
Off The Floor
Were They Sit
For Hours
Sitting In A
Wounded Daze
To Get Tissues
To Wipe Away
Their Tear Drops
Both So Similar
The Union Cup
They Drank As One
They're Wedding Vows
They Hold Divinely Sacred
Both So Alike A Peacock
Proudly They Show Off
Their Brilliant Long
Graceful Feathers And Colors
They Hide Their Broken Spirits
Masking Their Fear Of Hurt
Pride Swallows Their Surrender
To Each Other
Until
Both Can Barely Breathe
Without The Others Love
They Know They Would
Die A Slow Death
They Are Each Others
Joy And Life
She Sits On The Floor
Begging Herself
To Run To Him
For Forgiveness
It Was Her Fault
He Sits On The Floor
So Ashamed Of His
Male Pride That Won't
Run To Her Arms Of
Passionate Love
He Smells Their Love
And Slowly
Enters The Hunter
The Protector
Frame Of Jealous Mode
Picturing Her In Another
Man's Arms
They Both Enter Into
A Deep Prayer
To God
Knowing Deep Within
Their Soul Mates
