Not to be called by any other name

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Oh corruptible mind, lost in time.
Stuck in the past, future ahead seems so far behind.
Lost in my illusion ,or delusion should I say,
of emotions of grandeur.
More specifically those that love can portray.
All in my mind, the playing tricks on my heart.
It's just that I want something so bad- true love...
only to find a true farce.

Believing I'm special...
My love, my emotions, and all the affection that I have to give.
Only to find, which is always revealed in time, that I...
am no more special, unique, and/or complex than the last man.
Which I now realize, just like he probably did.

So, what is the purpose, the reason behind it all?
Live, enjoy life, eventually fall in love...
then for it all to be taken away and only be left with the fall.
Or maybe that dreaded phrase, "let's just be friends" or
"I'll give you a call".

Does that mean live life bitter?
Not look forward to falling in love at all?
Most definitely not, always look forward to the upliftment, not the fall.
Don't focus on the initial emotion or the commotion that it can bring.
Learn to love yourself for who and what you are.
Once that's done, your heart will sing.

Sing of praises, sing of joy. The partner that you attract then will be true.
Not just a fleeting moment of lustful noise.
They will love you for you and you will love them for the friends that you have became.
It won't be based on lustful acts or physical attributes
Or maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic, in love with love,
not to be called by any other name.

~Flowriter

True Love

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Captivated, bewildered, lost in a time.
Engaged in, perplexed by... thoughts in my mind.
Hopeful for and of the future.
Guided by the divine.

Spiritual in essence and in vision.
Although, naturally corrupted... moving blind.

Trusting with all my being,
preparing to love, love in its true form...
in its purity, the undying kind.

Agape.

Remembering what was,
forgetting what used to be.
Thankful for past pains... pleasures... mistakes.

All the things that make me... me.

Forgiving past loves...
And also... enemies.
Most of all, forgiving myself.
And constantly thanking God for forgiving me.

Mercy.

Unmerited favor.
Blessings to vast to describe.
Testimony in the making.
Just a vessel He uses,
made to become a reflection of His Son,
Reflecting His light...
Drawing the lost, like moths, to come...
Experience true life.

O' what a beautiful gift it is...
to live in and for Christ.

~Flowriter.

Help Required

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Painfully known the lack of love shown.
Knowing that I should leave, my heart bereaved.
Unable to move, the muscles in my heart torn.
Always on my knees begging the Lord please...

Enable me.

Stuck in the mist.
Pecked on the lips by an empty unfeeling kiss.
Wondering if...this is all that life has for me.
Yet, I still have hope.
But, it's getting harder to cope.

Oh Lord, please enable me.

Affection...gone.
Tenderness...amiss.
The act of making love...
Replaced by meaningless sex.
Oh Lord, I desire so much more than this.

Enable me.

Empty touches.
Cold stares.
Words devoid of love.
Thoughts of the future lack care.
Where to go from here...
I'm unaware.

Enable me.

~Flowriter