The Real Me Is Truth and Love

Loving me is not any easy thing, for I  have never made it easy for you  Yet You do love me for seemingly no reason at all.  You put up with my all my crazy moods, you put up with my rage, you cling to me despite everything I have ever done to push you away.  You give me love.

My life was not one I wanted to share with You, I was too hurt, too scared too tired ; alone so long in this world that I wanted to remain in the shell I had built to surround myself in protection.  In distancing myself from the pain, I managed to distance myself from the feelings that reside deep within my heart and still You give me love.

I denied hurt therefore I denied love, and by extension You and any hope of ever truly being happy.    You took the time to take the road less traveled, the trail where the thorns were thicker, and the forest so dense, you thought you would never find the clearing.  Still, you give me love.  My brothers patience is a great gift you can give to your woman, it is truly a virtue among men.

You found me when I was lost. You bring me light, truth, joy and passion. You give me Love.