Διαρκής Χάρη

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Frost heavy on my tongue an endless December's fire burns warm.

I feel a need to explain.

Retracing old scars. Who didn’t show? I live a broken dream.
I am not pretending, nor able be ready when I needed to.
I am under no delusion we were together, nor I mean nothing.
I hold no bad blood I ask that you feel the same.
I wish not to save, only be present if time is right and hearts align.

Bejeweled under the surface crystalline weighs heavy.
While I sought to save no one I found a plague of misconception.

I came to understand how love must be expressed when felt.
It isn’t convenient it may not be reflected nor accepted.
When offered with a pure heart it is a gift with ripples felt.
It may cause some to realize the value of the connection they have.
Lucky to know someone, lucky someone cares to know them.
Reappraisal may happen. What is important? If only for a time.
Remembering to honor what is valuable that is our presence, our time.

Love must be renewed everyday, renewed ways,
each generation evolve unique from the last.

You must be brave and curious in your confessions of love,
even if the fool is what the masses think of you.
In this moment of surrender know freedom isn’t a question.
We all must do what we feel we need to.
A choice must be reflected only this sparks dreams.
If the feeling is mutual the dream becomes reality.

If your intention is pure you know whether your love is reflected, or not,
the world is a bit better then when you found it. Why?

Because deep down spreading love was the intention.
If the object of your affection finds love without you,
you must let go of resentment never allow selfish feelings to dwell in you.
For their happiness is just as important as yours.
Submission to a bond beyond yourself,
allowing love to come back around if it is ever meant to be.

Whether your love is requited or not there is no shame to be felt.
Things tend to work out in the end whether you come first or second.
This doesn’t mean you’ll ever be known by another.
Nor does it mean your house will become a home.

You must realize the warmth must be reignited.
For if it isn’t each holiday grows a bit more cold.

Take heart in that for a time you made a dim world a bit brighter.
After all there is no winning in this game
it is all about how you play, friends you make, and love you create.

Many don’t understand the rules by which I play.
I am not the type to fade.
I have only just begun to stand again.
I don’t seek applause praise or pity.
For this path I hold no regrets.

Forever, Ever, and Evermore,
Aaron Baker

Post Script: Love in the end is a game of grace. You must play good, and right. Sometimes you'll be the second choice.

1ov3 David