The question was, WHY? Both asked with a heartfelt sigh. The smiles of both, coming from heart and mind. The humor of thought, the comical lines, The tenderness, acceptance of the true person you see. The want, with a need of person, a mystical desire, the sharing of one as it should be. The question was, WHY? Because all that is said, is said without lies. The imagination of children, filled with childish fun. The sharing of beauty of the rising and setting sun. The fragrance of flowers, soft petals, peaceful moments filled with love. The tending of yellow roses, the brilliant red of a bud. But, the question was, WHY? It is how the bounty of self is shared and not what we can buy. The peace to be given, but yet, willfully and gleefully received. The questions, the hurts, life’s past, all that is shared, not deceived. The thoughts of a future, of the nature to be seen. The hours spent on trivial things, a true heart on which to lean. Again, the question was WHY? The emotion is felt, yet how far does it lie? As each brick is laid to protect, it is taken away. Replaced by thoughtfulness, with love hugs that carried all the day. The electricity, the flashes of light, the whispers of encouragement, deep into the night. The laughter given at a most serious moment, the heart once heavy, again light. There is no answers, to the question of, WHY? Only reflections of one's own gifts given and feeling, like birds fly. The moment of whispers, head to head, they are shared. The truthful answers of all questions, one life too for to care. The dance of the light on the moon, distant yet near. The tender hug, after a disagreement, the wiping of tears. Gladly I tell you, these are my reflections, of answers to the question of WHY?
Reason for writing:
The moment of time in persons life, called re-evalution of life around you. Finding someone who understood my needs and the complaceny which I was living with. The poem came out of the turmoil of my life, and the choices which had to be made. I was inspired to submit by a friend who is now going through the same emotions and turmoil.
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