Love...

I think I loved you
but then Again I think it was more so my emotions pack full of caffeine over and over again
cells bumping in and around each other
sending messages to my well developed brain telling it to think of you. :-)
Whatever the cause,it doesn't go away
It comes and goes,and then when I'm in my right mind I think of you as that small inconspicuous stain on a white dress.
the one no one else can see but me ,it's small but it has left a mark i wont forget about until i cant see it any more.
You are that stain
You are ever so clear in the memories of me.
I can't have them back
I think I loved you
because, anger I am sure of,
jealousy I know how that feels,
infatuation,been there done that,
lust oh we have been acquainted...but Love...hm..
until i looked up what it really meant
I had no idea it lacked in me
I wont stand in on coming traffic for you,let a car ride over my heart
I wouldn't lay down my life....
then I realized it wasn't love.
You and your life showed me what love was by showing me what i DIDN'T have.God used You.
You pressed me to seek after a love that could look anyone in the eye and and tell them so.
The lack there of in me makes me press when I think of you.
You sir are not the source of my love but the channel by which God used to walk me through.
Therefore...I think I love you...no I do.
Could it be I love you more that you're away than when you were  near?
The love i have is more than the sought after verses of intimacy
Taught the addition and subtraction but the sum of it not multiplied in me
The fact is ,until I love divinely I've only been influenced by love.
Im almost there.Except every challenge that almost knocks me down brings me right back THERE.
Asking God please...make me a better me
So I can love like You
The place where all of a sudden it was OK to cry
It's ok to say you're hurt
I was always in God's bossom ,my problem is climbing down to love someone else.
So when I say that I love you,I mean it
I mean it because you taught me how
No matter how ugly it was,no matter how much of ME hurt more than you
Each tear was like the puss of an infection and cleaned me out of all of the poison.
I love because HE taught me.

Rain

FOR SOME IT S A BREATH OF FRESH AIR WATER FOR THE CROPS
A CAR WASH
A SHOWER
A CHANCE AT A NEW BEGINNING
THE RAIN....

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Because you do things backwards you run into things you;ve already passed
Because you look back ,you can't grasp the things in front of you
Because your faith is tainted by YOUR view of love and sacrifice
You can only receive those things you DEEM as possible,only the things you have seen before
cheap........that's cheap.
God doesn't use our calendar ,so stop counting the days
God make me the ..........(fill in the blank) that you want me to be.
Ke
Merry Christmas!