To My Beating Heart (The Catch 22 of Love)

So tell me if I will ever have my chance at this thing called love
Be still my heart; let not this beating fool you.
For this is only the beginning and heartbreak is but a beat away.
Don't ask if this be not love because if it is
It will paralyze you with terror
But don't ask if this be not love
For it will sting too great to reclaim that which is rightfully yours
Instead, hold onto hope for it is sturdy and reliable
Keeping the most vulnerable hearts protected
With hope, love will fail me not...



Still Heart In Hand

I stand before you with my still heart in hand
Just moments ago
My blood ceased to flow and
my beating heart lay still in my hands
I thought that this was love
so I gave it my all
But instead I was left standing here with this pain
Slowly the darkness crept in and took over
Squeezing the life from this once thriving heart
Scarred tissue and torn apart blackened by hatred
Bitterness became the blood line in which all emotions flowed
So I came to you with my still heart in hand
With tears in my eyes and head hung low
I cried out to you to take my heart back
to revive and hold for safekeeping
You took my heart and the moment
it was back in your hands it pumped
(even surged) and flowed blood red
It was then without a word
That I realized it was you I truly love
It was you all along my heart belonged to
It was never mine to give
For without you I would be left standing
with my still heart in hand...



Worth The Wait (A Love Sonnet)

"Is true love worth the wait
Or has all this been foolish pride
Taken to trickery and fallen to passion's hopeless bait
A forsaken placed where none abide
Where words are weapons of misuse
Lies replace what is truth
An endless pattern of terrific abuse
Therein bring the answer of proof
The one to be of pure and holy intent
One likeness: heart, soul, and mind
Like Him, the one who was lovingly sent
Together as three in one will he bind
No power beyond can withstand
What God in perfection makes, will stand."