Is the heart you give the place you become?
If you see within the one who is has a place you cannot leave,
it is the breath of where you are still that takes you to forever.
The spiraling circle that tethers where you are to the heart you hold,
no matter the coarse,
builds the sweet fragrance you stay as you touch.
This choice to lever your night and day is that given
where what you see weighs what is forever.
If you have found this
time is erased inside of the one who has your heart.
Do you think that true love last forever?
Love is timeless.
I am there in your true.
That is forever.
Love is an immersion.
when you drown your heart
Love is complete.
as the surrounding wish waves
Love takes what is given and creates in it a truth.
where one is the cost
is my life into
Another place envelopes
nested between the sky’s change
Another begins to open
a stretch of my breath disappears
Another heart becomes shared…
In the still where you rest your heart in who you fall into your life as the day and night where you wake and sleep case the hold you chase in your heart as the first moments you breathe and you find what is this moment of love.
some look and see two alone
but in me I see you
What is love?
Where you have my heart.
The light was there until the bridge you saw no more.
How did you close it off through the tears that were not rain?
You scowl as I fall again with the smile of redone trials from stupidities wear.
You look for a reason to drown what your heart calls to see,
and like a wind that has no tail I am caught where you wished and yet only then did my eyes open…
It was you and yes I knew in there was the one raised to stamp as broken.
Did I wish to you my want as forever I anchored to quiet your nights in my arms?
Love unknown touched the center of my heart to speak,
but when it came upon me I stayed as unpredictable.
The warm of you fell to me as the bridge became our night,
but I failed in not hearing.
I heard again and yes,
but circumstances misunderstood,
as I saw you cry hone the pain I did not brave.
So I wished upon the light to again my love to you and send to me the sign.
The moment we touched as one is still.
I wish I knew how to talk to you,
but where I hide behind the veil of unseen I become.
I quiet the still as I have the still until the bridge rescinds.
I shadow waiting for you under the balcony to speak to you plain.
The darkness is seen in your light.
If you want to see.
Think of love.
Colonel Anthony Joseph Drexel Biddle, a hand-to-hand combat expert, is photographed here in 1943. In this situation, he has ordered trainee Marines to try to kill him with bayonets.
After this photo was taken, he disarmed all of the soldiers single-handedly”.