Light is not what chooses the path that I walk on,
It is...
The darkness that opens it...that leads us to the life that we once had.
There is no light...we have to fight for what we believe in.
And the richest love is not that of the brightest soul.
But of the darkest soul sitting on the outside, just waiting to be seen.
When will he find me?
As I sit here pondering about what to write next, he is making plans for our Future.
He is growing brighter to lighten my darkened path,
And I value him for that, the way he loves me, never knowing what to expect, Accepting the fact that he too, is just a speck in the soon-to-be world of what few People really know of what true love really is.
The one thing we have to look forward to is the rest of our lives together.
And our love will brighten our weather.
