I see her. But, she is blinded by yesterday’s pain, unforgiving of herself for allowing failure to be possible. She runs, from all that causes smiles and happiness. Discomfort has new meaning. When hugged, she pictures betrayal. When kissed, she only thinks how the saliva will dry. When Loved, she believes God hates her. Yet, I still see her. Everything I know her heart can be. The hope of a romantic Love that sees us both daring to risk everyone to gain everything. The pain in her eyes can’t blind her forever, and when she can see herself again. I want to be right there waiting….
It is hard to face the pain in your face because I hold you after another man has crushed your spirit. God has anointed me your savior though I can never savor having you in your purest form. Our hearts would have been the perfect shape to fit one another’s in that state but you chose him. Now, I will pick up your pieces and place you back together, knowing I will not be the man cuddled up with you at the end. My heart brokes with this truth, yet I accept my responsibility, just because I am gifted with the ability of making people whole again. My happiness must ultimately come from hoping the next man cherishes you like his church because my Faith in Love will allow me to watch your smile from a distance. With that said, let’s get started building you back up stronger….