Far and away
In a world all alone
A girl quietly waits
To be taken home

She sits in silence
And looks up at the sky
Waiting, hoping
And wondering why

A hand reaches out
And pulls at her hair
She turns and she hopes
To serve one who cares

She kneels at his feet
She aches and she burns
And yet this one
Is not the one she yearns

He teaches, he molds
She learns and she grows
But deep in her heart
She already knows

There was someone else
Who knew her so well
Who knew all her secrets
And never would tell

She tries hard to please
The one she is with
But she wants to turn back
To the one with the gift

For each person alive
There is one who cares
To serve or to Master
But a life yet to share

The girl turns away
From the hand in her hair
To look towards one
Who has always been there

Found sometimes in the future
Sometimes in the past
Your one is out there
The one that will last

by ~katy~1999




~We may never learn
All there is to know
About Love...
But every day together
Will teach us
A little more about
Ourselves....
And the special kind
Of happiness
We can bring
To each other.
I'm glad I'm learning
About Love with You
by anonymous



Once in a lifetime A love comes along that reaches beyond any ever reached before.
Once in a lifetime A soul touches a soul and imparts joy forevermore.
Once in a lifetime Two lives merge and come together as one.
Once in a liftime Two shadows can emerge from the darkness to the sun.
Once in a lifetime You can finally reach up and touch the sky.
Once in a lifetime A true love can finally soar and fly.


The Invitation - by Oriah Mountain Dreamer (a Native American Elder)
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ectasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you're telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from God's presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes"!
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.