Old Poem…

Posted by GreyLive on April 15th, 2005 filed in Chapters

Here is an old poem i found in one of my bound journals. I dont know when i wrote it, or even if there was a specific person in mind. Its roughed out and written in one sitting.

I find it a touching moment in my history; a soulful cry out to find that special someone. I wonder if the message has reached them?

I do not love you with my eyes.
My eyes can be deceived.

I do not love you with my ears.
Sounds can speak lies.

I do not love you with my hands.
What is felt can be manipulated.

I do not love you with my tongue;
Flavors can be synthesized.

I do not love you with my nose;
Smells can be masked.

I do not love you with my mind
My mind can lie to itself.

I do not love you with my heart;
My heart can be broken.

I do not love you with my body;
My body is a product of my culture, of my surroundings.

I DO love you… but not with any THING

I love you with what makes me me, what makes me breathe, what makes me thing, what makes me unique.
I love you with what cannot be influenced, cannot be persuaded, and cannot lie.
I love you with what cannot die…

My very essence.

I love you with my everlasting soul.