Saturday, February 17, 2007
This is my "I love you"My confession of the heart
My confession of spirit soul and body
These are the words a man does not speak
Most especially if they are true
He belies them
In fear and trepidation
What does this mean?
This is my soul
Laid bare before you,
In little pieces
Its tatters and remains
This is me
All that I am,
I give
I don't have much else to offer
But I hope and pray that it is enough
That somehow your eyes give it value
That somehow your eyes see its worth
This is my truth
Or at least it would be,
If I knew what truth is
But I wish to learn
This is my "I love you"
Spoken in an empty room
To the ghosts of you
If you only knew
2 hours cookbook at 5:45:00 PM
