My love was not on a timer It existed around the clock Even in my dreams Also when in conflict with someone My love was there I had hopes that they would see the light But as you know life does not work that way People are resolute and measured They have their point of view and This is a sacred thing to them, but on Further investigation they have No reason to insist on being right I love them more and hold out hope for them Yes, I tripped up now and then and Scattered a little dust as I walked My thoughts ran deep, as deep as my heart Wherever I was, was brighter in my eyes Only because I shared my love while being there Many could not understand and never will They do not know the equation of love It is not a simple thing and the Giving of oneself to others in one mind Is not necessarily the same in another Even though they both have given I have been consumed with anger and Will not deny that I have been judgmental Out of this though came a deeper love, so A small slip backward became a gift It was up to me to use that gift and I have always used it well Some may say that I was bitter But they refuse to see the brightness of intention And cannot distinguish between love and frustration I spoke of dust, but dust settles Now I am dust and you can only remember You will remember from midnight to midnight You will be blessed with that good feeling Stanski April 25, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 