I miss you Love

Ah I have been captivated
I have been hurt, harmed and humiliated
I have felt the sting of rejection and the subtle sourness of defeat
I have felt the brand of death as its slams the door of existence
I have felt euphoria and triumph
I have been mystified, glorified and dignified
I have excelled and failed
I have tasted exploration and ingenuities ventures
I have felt affection and given it freely
I have journeyed and been awed
I have felt innovation and originality

But in all the sensual quests that make one feel, it is you I miss the most and to be without you just seems unreal.

Never the less connection is an agreed surrender of personal agendas and an approved location of union.

The choice to remain is as fragile as porcelain, and earned every day.
Some how I failed to keep your attention. So in my soul it has begun to rain.

Sorrow belts out thunder and pain explodes like flashs of lightning.
As the winds blind my minds eye I invest in memory and prayer…though I cannot stop the tempests caused by disconnections.

My soul sings a soft tone of praises, Because I have felt you and its impact harmoniously informs my sense softly that I miss you Love.

Water looks like love and love looks like water

Water must move against the earth to find its way to the ocean.
It can erode the very earth that holds it.

In its seasons it can temper and ruin, it can be cold and icy
and it can caress bringing joy and relief.  It can hydrate and drowned,
it can fall from the heavens and pool up on the ground.
It can freeze and boil and cause turmoil.
It can steam up our windows and keep us clean.
It can be calm and serene, like glass it can gleam.
It brings out springs glory,
it can create perfect conditions or create new acquisitions.

Love must move against the soul as it finds its way to a heart.
It can erodes the very being that holds it.
In its seasons it can temper and ruin, it can be cold and icy
and it can caress bringing joy and relief.
It can hydrate and drowned,
it can fall from the heavens and pool up on the all around.
It can ice over and boil and cause turmoil.
It can steam up our windows and keep us spotless.
It can be calm and serene, like glass it can gleam.
It brings out springs glory,
it can create perfect conditions to stay in position on a balmy morning.

Your body cannot live with out it, for your body was designed to hold it.
It feeds our wellbeing and heightens our senses.
It can never be harnessed or held back by fences.
Its cleansing qualities move with ease, as passionate as a warm summer breeze as it harmonizes with the trees.

Water and Love what depths you occupy…you bond in our souls like a tree thrusting roots into the ground with angelic reaches to the heavens above.

Your likeness whispers hints of miraculous creation from the hands of our creator.

Maybe, just maybe you are the same, a perspective or explanation of why our tears taste salty like the ocean. Possibly inside the molecular make up of our souls is an ocean?
You see water looks like love and love looks like water.