Journal, 2007
The More to Me
I'm not jealous of those who came before me,
Not even angry at our crossing paths...
I guess because those that owned your lips before me,
Made you the more to me...
Our tears were many
But we kept our laughter,
Our smiles returned at the right hour,
And those that hurt us
Made us a bit stronger
Perhaps they guided us to see in each other
a brand new world of possibilities.
I can go back and think about the many "ifs",
But I no longer want them,
I realized we just arrived
when God has planned it,
And even broken, and twisted, and bruised,
God used it all to make you more to me.
Our crossing paths made me so fragile,
And you became just as human
as any human being,
But then again, God used it all
Because we see each other In a new perspective,
I guess we know,
Its called: our love.
Sometimes time flies ahead of me
And I am forced to slow a bit,
That's when I long for you
Even though, you're next to me,
I can't see it all but the little I see,
It is because God used it all
To make you, my love, the more to me...
To my Patrick from your Gatita
From my heart,
Roxana, February 2, 2007