If love is to be strong, the lover ought to be stronger!

I am forgetful,
'coz i sometimes
am blind to what i see
it pours heavily,
yet i whine, in disquieting pain
for am wont to spurs of doubt
as lame as a mule in a bedlam
and i cling too hard,
only to scuff,
to falter all over again.

But then i throw up
all the grunge seething me under
gettin' back on my feet
i pause to unwind
when a soul so humane
transcending the horizon
dismisses the foggy rustles
resounding in every pulse

i know now, oh i know why
drops of dew finger on roses red
and the sun shines high
beyond the dismal sigh
and cools it off at dusk
leaving none to sulk

Now i smile,
i can run a mile and still smile
'coz there's faith
ever radiant, ever healing
as true as it can be;
and to keep smiling
at the twinkling stars as
they hide behind showers
to believe there'd be a morrow
when it shall be warm again
to seek and serve the One
above all that is or is not
as if it never did matter!

Prostrate, before the power
that sustains my spirit
there's nothing that can prey on me
for i am where i ought to be,
whiffing a laugh, afloat in glee
alive to the calls, cries and kissies
Nourished by the essence of being
there's more to give, less to take
for its peace within, peace abound
in knowing that He keeps promises
mine, yours, and ours.