A love that lasts...

More now than ever before 

I find myself constantly living in the moment

aware that whether or not my future leads

where I want to go, I'm confident making plans 

won't lead to the end that is best.

Love drifts though in my mind as I lay here in bed

...love that is true..

love that is more than just comfort or ease in access

but the kind that grows with each thought of ones beloved

I want to be loved and believe that it is love

not just when there lies fear that my love might be gone

I want the kind that causes one to wake up

smile on face,

chuckles slipping  from ones mouth

thinking of some wonderful amazing aspect of ones beloved.

Lately, it seems all I can see if love...

the sight of babies make me smile and wave

I want to believe that waiting for the right one will be worth it...

I want to believe that giving it my all with others has proved some point

But att imes like this

when I am tired and laying in my bed 

at night and unmarried and unlone...

I start to regret loving him, caring for him, 

making him a priority even after I learned I was not one.

Here's to love working and lasting forever...