Miranda
If She Only Knew...
Apr 24, 2010
A dear friend of mine shared this poem with me once and it is one of the most beautiful poems I have ever read. I think that many people can relate to it for many different reasons. Enjoy.
If She Only Knew...
How could she know that every time I look at her it makes my heart leap out of my chest?
That when I think of her it always makes me smile?
That when she smiles, my life is instantly better?
What if she knew that I begin and end every day thinking of her?
That no matter how far apart we are, we will always be closer than close?
That if she weren't there, somewhere, my life would somehow, not be whole?
When will she know that no matter where she looks in this crazy world, that she'll never find another me, and I will never, ever find another her?
That what we share goes beyond age, time, good and bad, wisdon or common sense?
That the harder we try to figure this out, the more difficult this is to understand?
Where will she be when she discovers that what she wants and needs has always been there for her?
That the safety, love and security she's been denied all of her life is right here?
That she deserves to allow herself the luxury of loving someone who loves her?
Why has God created a world, where two people can both have feelings for eachother, and yet not be allowed to share those feelings?
That allows two souls that could be so amazing together, to struggle on their own?
That makes a life that is spent in such a blur, become, ever so briefly, crystal clear?
How can I go on day by day, surrounded by love, but not allowed to be in love?
To know that the million reasons to do the right thing, cant be outweighed by mere happiness.
To have everything you ever wanted, and not have anything you really want?
If the fortunes of fate converged upon me, and this became my last day on this earth, would I know that I lived and experienced the joy that was meant to be mine?
For if that day comes, I will know that my life was a rich tapestry that was filled with the joy of possibilities, realized and unrealized, and a happiness that was her.
I know that in spite of the moral dilemma caused by this, my life would be far more barren without knowing her and the world she created for me.
If I only could express the depth of feelings in a way that could allow her to feel the way I feel.
That would somehow touch her heart and spark those desires.
If she really knew, could she not want to have that level of love in her life?
Or, are those feelings there, and is she just far more noble and good that I?
Knowing that giving into those feelings could hurt and disappoint those who have relied on our strength for their inspiration?
In spite of the sensibilities that stop us, I would toss life away to just once feel that embrace, to touch those lips, to experience that passion that is so surely there.
For a life lived without love, is a sad life indeed.
If she only knew that she was the teaher.
That everything I ever knew about being in love, I learned from her?
That inside that incredibly beautiful package, there is an amazing, undeniable spirit, that evokes every manly desire within me, and makes me seek the role of protector, friend, lover, partner, and soul mate?
If only she knew that she were the one...
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Oct 23, 2009
Sometimes when I am alone,
I picture myself in another place.
In a mixture of seasons with no existence of time.
Where all the trees reflect the sunset,
reaching over a glass lake of leaves.
The water is warm enough to bathe.
I float there, deaf to the world.
Blending in with the sun,
wearing nothing to tie me down,
but the reflection shining on my skin.
Thinking on memories and things yet to come.
Feeling light as a feather, and peace to my heart.
Secure and safe from all harm 2005
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