A Thousand Fair Suitors A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart Those poets of movement and jockeys of art The high-volume vendors who hustle romance Splashing their canvas with color and dance The blasters of trumpets, gold banners unfurled They offer lush gardens in glistening worlds Yes, bearers of torches and carvers of stone Who whisper their sonnets and surrender their thrones And there in your doorway, no shadow is cast No lingering voices, no ghosts from the past Just a cluster of walls, and a window of pain Collecting the heartache like droplets of rain Still I stand before you, with palms to the sky No gold in my pocket, no thorn in my side And all I can offer, where words have no place Is a body that trembles, and this love that awaits - Jeff Kurfess - My Wesley....You and I know what this poem is saying...its our Spiritual bond that keeps us on the same page. No matter how much time I spend on this Earth, the thousands of fair suitors cannot hustle my heart!!! I dont think you would allow it!!! In the end, my heart has always been yours!!! The walls and windows of our home will forever collect the droplets of heartache from me. You and I were never to be apart, or so we thought. God had a different plan. So, I stand before you and God, with my hands raised to the Heavens, and I ask you both to guide me in the right direction. If my love is to be shared again, show me the way. But if its to be kept within, lock it up tight and help me to shine in other ways!!!! I love you Wesley!!! I know that YOU will show me the Light and the way!!! You have my Faith in the palm of your hands!!!
Posted on: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 00:22:36 +0000
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