These Pieces [A Cold, hard Look at Love in the Millenia]

Verse 1.

Glistening dew-drops from my yellow & purple orchids

Act like a glitter ball sparkling life into a broken and tortured soul

Nothing makes sense and He has no defense, I truly love Him; soul and all

Heavy set steps, repeated in reps as away He walks from who & what we are

Rippling rain pours and splashes onto the thick Venetian Carpet

Eyes running unstoppable, tears flowing uncontrollably, soul screaming

'What am I to do now with these pieces?'

Verse 2.

Falling in Love, that is a sentiment set in disaster, for which if we are truthful

There isn't a big enough plaster to help the heart heal

All you feel is pain, sadness and even in extreme cases; hate as its way too late

To save what was believed to be magical and everlasting

He forgets you, regrets you, lie after lie with no thought through alibi

Ripping your very soul, to pieces that can't be molded back

'I love You, is that not obvious?'

Elsewhere; His Eyes, Body & Soul have left the comfort of what was our Home

I'm Home alone, having to learn to get by on my own

'This wasn't how it was suppose to be; Patti says to Michael McDonald on the radio

Eyes running unstoppable, tear flowing uncontrollably, soul screaming

'What am I to do now with these pieces?'

Verse 3.

Sun-stroke attempts to hit my mocha-rich coco tanned face, as I tend to my brilliant bed of Roses

It did take a very long while, but I recovered in fine style, and turned my tragedy into a triumph of golden crosses

Him leaving set the stages for Me turning over several life-altering pages and accepting a few fundamental truths

Firstly if You don't Love & respect You, why would anyone else want to? Self-preservation has to be your 'go-to' station

Blame no one if you have not built that solid foundation on which to find the happiness You command & deserve

A rich aroma of Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee and Cinnamon tickle and tantalize my nose and I hear His footsteps against our lovely garden path

sensually and soulfully our lips meet to express the awesome bonding of love's true happiness

He's loving Me for Me, who would have thought that One had to go to clear a path for a Union that is right

No longer hurting, I can see Him in almost everything past, present and future

Objectively questioning my decisions; then compromising so we make movements in Unison

Snuggling into his warm, intoxicating arms, as the Moonlight has a Moon-fight with a sky of glittering stars

Loved, yes loved truly, valued and treasured, no longer lonely

Every broken piece of Old & tortured Me, put back together in miraculous harmony.

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