Being strong and beautiful.
Knowing the pieces of shattered glass beneath my heart,
Caring for, and wanting.
Evenness and pretty much everything else, there, facing the lake, the sun, the sun in your eyes.
The whats or whys circumvented, creeping up paradise.
This could stand no maybes, this could not survive in fantasy land.
Either that or I don't live.
Yet, who I am to tell you to jump?
I am just love in it's might right now.
And love only bares the power obtained by the hand of free will.
You don't steal love, you don't take hold of it and place it in a small jar on the shelf.
It can't be a picture, a movie, leftovers.
It is what it is and you can't lie about it.
Can you feel this?
I can.
It is on baby.
So, what was it again...
What was the one big mistake you said you wouldn't make?
I wonder, what are choices, anyway?
Even if we chose to cross separate ways,
It lives, it is here in my chest...
I breathes.
Love breathes. And it lives here. Within.
