If this is what love is like I'd dream of finding her a little longer.

I believe,

Beauty can cause the shadow,

To disappear and light can fill its place.

While dreamers whisper where serenity stood.

As time moves in paths that find them greater.

I said joy can help fill a world by people that love.

While happiness can lift us all to places majestic.

As long as she's graceful, you can wear your joys within her love and also find yourself happier in the end.

For when she reaches for you to hold you in her arms you're comforted and as free as you could ever be.

You never knew what hopes she wrote you until you took her trust in your heart and saw her also love triumphantly to find you also believe her in the end.

I watched her find compassion as her kindness found me smiling in the end as I laughed with her until I knew I was loved.

You know how I know she's beautiful? Because when she moves I can't help but feel like there's no other place my eyes could stare so fair. When she walks I feel like I'm dancing while stationary and my heart can never sit still enough to keep me from noticing it's also beating faster and faster. If I told myself this is what love is like but I'd be lying because that would mean I've figured out I can't also feel like I love her more. I'd tell her I'm still dreaming but I'd realize it was all a cover to feel like I had something worth drawing her attention to me more than I could ever do. I don't deserve what she could bring me because love is always perfect when you find it and people are worth beyond any sort of value and I see I am perfectly wealthy when her arm's around me.

The Triumphant

You had loved all of what it was that you had dreamed from.

For all my hopes you had felt had been what had carried you higher.

On moments they rose them I then found joy could find me on my way.

She took me as a friend by grace and I was able to carry myself with a melody.

Until then I'd find a passion to rise from within and also raise myself from.

By a flame I had run from originally then I had been guided by what I had been forced to run towards.

Now I find all my hardships are what I find can also be what lights my way.

For beauty is more than skin deep and love makes her and people like her more beautiful.
I had searched my eyes to find something gorgeous in what earlier I was not able to find.

Finding I did that in all of what we are able to find in life the most beautiful thing we can ever do is found in how we are able to treat others.
It's not our passions that rise the passionate higher, it's also knowing when our passions can inspire those who also wish to be inspired around us.

I locked my pain in shackles and hung my past mistakes until they both stopped fighting against me.

Finding it's not just what we go through that we overcome it's what we overcome that we also never repeat again.

The greatest joys in life are knowing you are free to laugh because you are free to be loved.

Such hard moments we could say to others about or such beautiful blessings we could look to, to be transformed by love and prosperity.

I have a goal to not talk about the pain of anything and instead to talk about the triumphs, the seemingly miraculous and feel what it's like deep inside as far in me as I can know that the act of surviving through and by love and also by kindness can be greater than anything less.

I call myself a writer, a poet, but without others there is never any other purpose, and I've been gifted not by prose nor word but by people and everyone is a purpose unto themselves that I must live my life to give my life not seen as if mine but a reflection of everyone else onto me.

For nobody is but a reflection just onto themselves and many people mold just one and the greatest of us are the ones that everyone is able to bless in any way they can.

Her Name was Something Like Jewelry

You never told me how I broke your heart.

Only that I was the one that did it.

More beautiful was your heart than all the sunlight I could see.

Yet your heart was so graceful I could never see the shade.

I had told you I would walk through valleys for you.

It was because I always wanted to someday see mountain ranges with you.

For I had wished to see from heights all the cites which covered the world below us.

I'd ask to take your hand from within this serene place I wish to walk you through.

We'd play like children in wilderness of meadows, to run, to laugh and also to smile.

I said you're like a dream I could never only just touch and also the only one I only ever wished to reach.

I'd said I'd want to sing for you and every song you loved to hear sing was only about love.

To dip my faith in the waters surrounding us you'd see it rise again cleaner than it ever was before.

For you I'd wash my sorrows again and again with faith until they're too small to ever be seen as pain.

In you I'd believe that nothing is more beautiful than the ability to feel loved and love because of it.

As I'd see my hopes made more truthful and more and more believable in the way you'd make me feel.

I told you I believe in something greater that's also loving like how a dove is able to sit so calmly after crashing on lake top until the water surrounding it starts to calm around it.

I know you're gorgeous because I'd never see you for who you think you are and only who I believe you can be.

You can be how you know you are deep inside of yourself you just may not realize it yet.

Someday I want to help you know that of all wounds the heart is maybe the easiest one to break and also the easiest one to fix.

I've made mistakes I believe but you were never one of them because I would have broken my heart also if I'd ever have broken yours and a broken heart is also the easiest thing to fix.

She likes to Pray and Pick Flowers While Watching Butterflies Flap their Wings

For on words they swung were elegant.

To be moved by the immediate and transformed by the sound.

From every song they sang was beautiful and not one word away ran unknown.

You asked her how she knew the words to how you felt when you felt most at ease and understood.

She said, “I'm just picking daffodils from flowerbeds and watching butterflies fly around me.”

That day you remember well because she was really telling you about her greatest joys from childhood.

You asked her what caused her to remember her joys of childhood so vividly when she talked to you.

She laughed and said, “some of us just need to be sung a song and when I was a child I'd sing and look at the sunlight inspired until evening and then I'd fall asleep, resting under the moonlight.”

You never asked her why she'd sit in a garden until evening then fall asleep under the stars, but one day you realized she did it only when she was praying.

For her mother she said never loved her and her father she said was an alcoholic.

She'd go to a garden her neighbors made before they moved away and watched their flowers grow, picking weeds when she realized they would cause some flowers to wither and die.

You told her, "I believe when a butterflies flaps its wings the world can change."

You said,  "I read it in a book one time, and it's called the butterfly effect I believe."

She asked you how you knew of her hardship of this moment, she told you, "I also took for joy in ease and understanding of how she made me feel."

I looked at her and told her, “You've won now you realize for every time a butterfly flaps its wings you like to sing.”

You lost not one beautiful syllable or heartfelt poignancy in her words and everything was beautiful.

When she sings I can still feel goosebumps on my skin and I tell myself it's just a butterfly landing on my arm ready to fly away.

A Praise for Inspiration

You imagine all the ways you comfort us to inspire.

For not by trial lost and worn by circumstance was I lost.

Those that yearn for you my beauty and my song I believe in.

When all that tires is not on hardship or persistence but renewed by love.

For naught of circumstance could we ever be in a situation to find ourselves let down.

Which you can never triumph if you are never willing to swing on seeming chance.

To let it move us by pendulum, swinging on loftier height to swing higher.

We rise when we lift ourselves and we know all opportunity is the child of preparation.

To reach on heights we reach higher, to touch the skin of beauty and still be blessed.

When she reaches into our hearts to lift us higher we yearn for brighter sunlight.

Raising us into clouds that seem to to allow our imagination to span in endless clarity.

As all that's magnificent falls down on the place we reach for in sunlight and sometimes rain.

Waters that wash the visible tolls and toils of those that lift us higher, their faith is great too.

Knowing that rainstorms fall on greatness and lowliness and all that blesses must also make us face hardship.

Storms that wash and clean the sweat and grime of trials overcome away.

In the rain nobody can ever know even if you cried through any of it.

My heroes are those that lift others and are lifted by heroes also.

If not for circumstance made challenging would we ever need to be heroic and made more so.

Not for reaching for higher greatness shall a hero ever be made greater and only the triumphant of the day rise higher.

When we all then sing and dance for beauty our song you inspire in us that's as comforting to us as heaven would be and as triumphant as it would be when we get there.

I imagine the ways you inspire and I find it's comforting just to dream.