In the strength of your stance There is but a solemn weakness... This thing we all grieve for one way or another. It is what fashions us together. Cleverly knitted within each woven thread, There is a piece of us all. In the midst of this presence we seem to forget... But Love...True Love ceases to remember Our flaws, mistakes, regrets, failures, tears, fears, Heartaches & the time we have carelessly wasted... With this endless boundary you can never fall out of Love Because IN Love Your solemn weaknesses becomes the strength of your stance & in that we can rejoice... Even if words are few or have lost value, Whether they are giving birth or creating chaos It can be justified with purpose... Not to our own understanding... Here I stand exposed & delicately composed. A gentle kiss rests upon my lips Giving me the freedom to dream big, dig deep, To drink well from this cup of good intentions... But beneath the surface Things rarely seen are not released without sacrifice or pain & not always pleasing Like Love...WORDS Don't COME Easy...