You

You're not patient, 

sometimes you're not kind, 

but then neither 

am I. 

We are not perfect, 

but are made 

perfect by a God 

who loves us. 

Sometimes you are completely 

unbearable, 

sometimes you make 

me cry and 

cause me lash out 

in anger. 

You're difficult, 

You're stubborn and 

hold on to 

what you should let go of. 

You can be impossible to talk to

and you don't listen 

all that well. 

You're blind to what is 

right in front of you

and you never

give me time to think

things through. 

There are things I can't stand

about you and that 

irritate me 

to the point of total 

frustration, 

but I wouldn't change them. 

For your convictions, your faults, 

your morals, your faith, 

your irritating 

habits, 

your unmistakable good 

heart

and every flaw that you have, 

I wouldn't change. 

I wouldn't change these

because they 

make you, 

you, and who you are

is someone 

who is perfectly flawed

in my eyes.

Simple

You are my world, 

and when I think of all 

the heart and 

heartache of your past

my heart breaks. 

I would have stayed by

your side, 

loved you through 

the hard times, 

helped you through those 

moments where 

you wanted to 

give up and let go. 

I would have prayed 

with you for 

healing and for 

fought your battles by your side. 

I would, even today, 

as my heart is breaking 

take away your

pain. 

I would have say endless night

next to your side

as you lay in the hospital

uncertain of 

what the future held. 

Love comes at a cost, they say, 

and I would have paid that 

cost. 

I would have done all of this 

and more

for one simple

reason, 

I love you. 

I love you for who you are, 

for the little ways

you make me laugh. 

I love you for the 

smiles you give

and despite the frustrations you 

give me. 

I love your love for 

God and those

around you. 

I may not always 

agree with you, but I am 

always on your 

side. 

Go Back?

It is said you can't go back, 

but she sits and she 

ponders the reality of this 

thought. 

Years have gone by, 

lives lived in two 

different ways. 

Youth naive, 

and mistakes that 

once were made

may leave the door 

that once was

open 

closed and shut forever. 

Are they missing what is 

right in front of them

as they 

reminisce? 

Did they miss something

o so long ago, 

that should have 

held together, if only they 

hadn't been so young? 

Is she scared of 

making that move 

that step that 

could bring about 

a different ending to the 

story she has 

been praying about. 

Is he haunted 

by a relationship 

left in their 

younger days? 

She sits and she ponders

as the things pile 

up and her heart 

not quite mended, 

she ponders 

if maybe she is going crazy. 

Could she be

transferring thoughts of 

another onto 

him. 

Only time will 

reveal God's 

plan for their lives. 

Only time will tell 

what is meant

to be the 

end of 

her story. 

Only when God 

is ready to give away 

what she 

desperately waits to 

find out.