Saturday, March 14, 2009
How is it that I remember things too easily forgotten:
The purity of early passion,
The maturity of unselfish love that asks and
desires -- nothing but another's good,
The love that will persist through all the
tempest of life.
How is it that I found a quiet assurance, an inner peace,
in the core of my being
I can face the doubt, the loneliness, the anxiety,
I can face realities and can even grow
from these challenges to my essential being.
How is it that I can sense my basic humanity,
My life becomes richer and more full
And springs within me the well of life that flows,
With greater trust and joy, with more profound love
And yet more calmly with purpose and meaning.
How is it that I know how much life has given me:
The history of the race, friends and family,
The opportunity to grow, the chance to build myself
a bountiful beauty i found within the deepest part of my soul.
How is it that a very special one who's own path had found me
Love's high, I couldn't have found it if I had tried
You see how simply profound this thing called love
belonging only to you and me one of a kind, forever...
Posted by Amie at 4:52:00 PM