and its theme made me think; ruminate.
These words in my book are now starred (***); underlined.
They are found on page 148.
The message, once read then produced an Aha!
It brought to the fore, I was prone to: faux pas.
...seemed these words were all spoken by you.
"I'm not going backwards,
I'm not gonna try
to just stay in this place I may know.
For, there lies self torture
and foolishness. I
yes, must gather the courage to grow."
how you felt as our ties, you did cut?
Are these, then your thoughts? Had you feared you'd digressed
t'where, once more, you were mi'red in a rut?
Did being with me seem, to all your dreams, steal?
Did they look cast aside and ignored?
Aft' giving so much, did you, slighted, then feel
when much giving I did not afford?
Quite unaware, then, was I, of your ordeal.
I thought you were just "happy as Hell!";
...Was blind to your needs and the way you did feel.
...Guess it says: ...didn't know you real well!
So pleased and content, I had thought you to be.
So, I therefore, continued, unfazed
to focus attention on what I did see
when, then into the mirror, I gazed.
Our mix seemed to fashion a natural brew;
such a match made in Heaven, were we.
Reflection makes clear, this was my point of view;
I, your fears and your needs, failed to see.
Your partner turned out to be:
Not much of one.
...Seemed again, you were just getting burned!
That cloud, which so long, kept you out of the sun
had now, stealthily, once more returned!
But growth need not die when involved with a man!
It's not firm we must choose: either/or?
With daring and faith these two, co-exist, can.
It need not be a non sequitur.
It needn't be felt that involvements just force
us to stall; keep us ceasing to grow.
It may have seemed true as your life's run its course;
but it ain't necessarily so!
It happens, indeed; we get stuck in a groove
and then, slowly to wilt, we seem apt.
That dance might seem, then, just a backsliding move
and we're gun-shy; afraid we'll get trapped!
When getting involved, yes, do carefully tread;
practice caution, we certainly should.
But shunning it isn't the answer, instead;
like it's bad for our health and no good!
I hope you're not tepid to enter the fray.
No, a man can't, a quick fix, provide.
But neither is distance from passion, the way.
It's not weakness when love has been tried!
Your "trying" capacity, never, with me
will be questioned. Your score is a ten!
I'm hardly, so lucky. With each mem-o-ry,
I see reams which I wish I saw then.
It brings me great sadness to ponder the range,
so constricted, through which I did peer.
I'm finding a broadening spectrum can change
one's perspective, so things are more clear.
And with this new vision, so much, I now find
which I ne'er saw or else I mistook.
My wish consequently: this man who was blind
longs to see how you really do look.
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I knew you well, yes, while the bed, we were in;
both your breasts, ev'ry scar, ev'ry mole.
I tasted your body, your lips and your skin.
But I ne'er took a taste of your soul.
I thought that our passion, with all of its thrills,
meant that closer and nearer, we grew.
I knew your green pastures, your valleys and hills
but I ne'er got to know, truly--You!
So here is my hope; not just get you to dance
so my ego will gloat for a day
but to learn all about you.
I missed the first chance.
For a second, I hum'bly do pray.
