Baby, If you are here, and you are exhausted, and worn down, like me; listen: We have something that is so precious, rare, and strong. Our connection couldn't be broken by years of separation. God helped us find each other again. This is not common Baby. And you wipe my tears, but I have no direct access to wipe yours. So give me that access. Love me as you can. However that is, (Rowin?) I just feel that you hear all my feelings and console me, but you never get to say what you are going through. And I love you, I want to be there for you, to understand, to help in any way I can, if I can. Please don't take that away from me. I need to give as much as I need to receive. So please, I beg you to make this happen. It's easy. I already accept who you are. Just start talking to me as you. Baby, please we are holding such a gift. I would give up everything to be with you. But your situation is not that way. I know that. It is ok to talk about it with me. I am sometimes sad, but I am very understanding and respectful of your situation. Maybe I can just be your buddy, I don't know. I just know that it took forever to find you, and now, I pray to God you don't just give up. It's hard work to figure this out, but we are hard workers. We can figure something out. We owe ourselves that before we give up. A little brainstorming. But we need to be talking to, not through poems, but to each other. A little poetry is still nice, of course, but I hope you understand. Talking is not a committment, or a proposal or even a promise. I think you are afraid of that, but I don't know. I just don't know except I love you, and I refuse to give up so easily.
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