So close…
Yet so far…
Elusive to my touch.
I want to reach out and take it
To pull it to my chest…
And never let go.
Why can’t I grasp it?
Why can’t I take hold?
So fragile…
Yet so strong.
It drives grown men to their knees.
Most would give anything
To feel it just once…
To have a glimpse.
Why can’t I grasp it?
Why can’t I take hold?
What must I do?
Where must I go?
Who must I meet
To make this dream a reality?
Finally, it becomes clear…
I can do nothing….
There is no where I can go…
There is no one person I can meet.
For it must start in me.
True Love is something
That in order to experience…
Must be shared.
One can not own it,
It goes where it will.
No one can grasp it,
And lay claim.
True love must be a gift…
Given without care…
Of whether it will come back…
Of if it will return.
Why can’t I grasp it?
Why can’t I take hold?
Why can’t I pull it into my chest
And never let go?

(Because if I did, it wouldn’t be love.)

with rain and sun a flower
with darkness and night the forest scent
with lips and lips a kiss

"To Blathe" (Miracle Max)[P.B.]
It's the only thing worth living for!Biggs 007

oh to hold what can't be held,and
only given with care, its born from
deep within our souls and we never
know its there.(I hope you understand)
good write!

I'm pretty sure I do.

Thx everyone for reading......

very nicely done.

very nicely done.

nice write