This Mans Search For Meaning...These scars so old, and yet so visible.
To be on display, is not permissible.
Try as I may, I can never hide from you.
Touch a nerve, and they are on view.
Would prefer that this, be not the case.
For personal dragons, I quietly chase.
Maintain the image, that the world does see.
But when with you, I have to be me.
Too many memories, too graphic the damnations.
Too many regrets, and self recriminations.
Too many deaths, and life threatening obscenity.
Too many decisions, questioning to infinity.
A lifetime of events, that need filing away.
Are accessed by your love, this very day.
A quiet touch, will trigger this tear.
From the very man, who holds you so near.
Tis your warmth, gentle kindness and loving touch.
That breaks down these barriers, to expose so much.
For I know the why, and with the how be content.
As I value this love, for it is heaven sent.
With this man, comes a painful history.
But to you in my arms, it is no mystery.
Be not surprised, at this emotional show.
As we travel this path, with some way to go.
Tis a love I feel, that breaks down a machine.
Exposing to you, this simple being.
Vulnerable, fragile, and with it climbs higher.
Love is the highest goal, to which man can aspire.
There is only one way to say.
"I Love You".
But there are thousands of ways to demonstrate.
Steve. Aka. "The Old Sea Dog". 2000. ©
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