SOMETHING NEW WITH THE OLD

Sometimes its perFect,and sometimes its not,

Sometimes you’re flying,and the  next thing you fall..

Sometimes you wish,and never get what you want..

And sometimes, you think you need, solely believe,and then life comes along and then we’re not so sure… And in the end[THEN] we don’t…

Well then, whose fault?.. Who’s to blame for our loss?…

 

 

Stop and think, be patient enough to pause…

Act with caution, wisdom is as wisdom does..

Love can only be as perfect as the mind[HEART] that falls…

 

 

Be content with the one that is, and forget the past that was,

Perfection can only be seen when we accept the flaws..

 

Ere’ this time there was bliss… But now there’s the present, and its gift is perfect…

Pain is the only remedy for the mind that stalls..

 

Bear no ill,carry no scars…

Set your heart free…Let there be no roil[MEMORIES OF A HEARTS LOSS]..

Hate is a curse…oh spiteful mind,thou shalt be empty and void..

 

Back to the past, the scenes we so desire,

Memories and events..of times we fervently inquire…

Trouble not your heart…for this foolery is but a consuming fire…

This perfect little paradise, taint it not..

Be content…

This rapacious arm of greed…break it thus…

Take the road less traveled…break the norm…

Assume the mantle of courage…accept the battle’s loss…but win the war….

 

 

In winter she’s your snow… She completes you….makes you whole…

In summer she’s your sun, she’s [your] everything that makes your gloomy life glow…

She’s perfect… Her Love is without strings or condition…

She’s paradise….the only rendition…

Somehow you feel it… Somehow you know…

This isn’t fairy tale…

This is fiction come alive…

 

In autumn, she catches you as you fall…

Sees you empty,leaves and sheaves of pride all gone,

And still she clothes you,

With all the Love her tender heart can muster…

Gives you her all..doesn’t care how much it costs her…

 

In fall… She’s your paradise…

Your blissful rain…

Mild sun….perfect dew…….

She’s your Eden…

Shangri La…

                       Living Miracle…

    Breathing, Smiling…Perfect Haven….

 

 

When you’re lost… She’s more than a compass…She’s North…

She’s the final piece for the juxtapose that you are…She’s indeed all that you’re not…

 

 

She’s the shore for your sea that must flow…

The garden for your tree that must grow….

She puts her arms around you….and You’re home…..

 

 

  So tell Me dear friend….

        Why would you desire Something new with the old??….

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