Reflections

How strange is life?
we laugh we love and we lose,
many we forget and forgive,
but some will always remain in our hearts.
That one love, that for once was real,
and yet lost, but never forgotten.

Time becomes our healer,
and yet refuses to erase that memory,
makes us aware that we would welcome it back
with a new strength, a greater intensity, at any given chance.

The memories of a tender kiss,
heart felt words,
the touch of a hand that can make you dizzy with emotion,
the smile that warms your very soul, even when only from a memory.

Does this therefore make it a true love?
the one that you dont wish to forget?
the one that you would rather just have a small part of,
then to face life without ever seeing them again?

Many times i feel that we have to suffer a great deal of pain
to enable us to have 1 moment of pleasure,
and sometimes that one moment may be the only one we shall ever have,
but it will be the one that we hold onto, till time for us exists no more.

better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all,
I wonder? To never have loved, we would never have the torment that we are left with
should we lose it, but then, we would never have experienced the true beauty that love can bring.

Through the hours of solitude,
leaves us with time for reflection,
im sure should we have the ability
we would sometimes turn back the hands of time,
and right the wrongs that we foolishly made.

To spend a lifetime trying to find that once more,
may lead us to nowhere, and yet our hearts need to find.
our souls remain incomplete, our minds hang heavy in despair.
sometimes we try to believe that we love, but in our hearts
we know it isnt there.

Life is not a game of pretence,
many words can be said but not meant,
when you find love, you will feel it
when you feel it, you know that its sent.
it is true and more than you could ever dream,
if you've been there, and done that,
then you will know what I mean.

sometimes,we need to look deeper,
because at times we dont always see.
and if there is something you see there,
then dont just leave it with me.
nurture, and treat it with kindness,
be open to all of its needs,
search when there may be a question,
dont just leave it to be.
cos if you saw what was in there,
it truely was never a lie,
it was crying for some certain reason,
dont just leave it to die,
cos its more than you ever could dream of,
its more than you thought it could be,
its here and its never stopped loving
and its here inside of me.

I dont ask nor expect anything from you
just a chance to show to you me
to be there to laugh and to share with you
some moments that would mean much to me.
If a friend I have made in this darkness
then a light has come into my life,
and a warmth made by walking beside you
makes a difference to this solitary strife.