For all of the men I have ever loved;
I do still love you.
Although that love has changed,
Transformed in Time,
Yet, once, I held something in you.
Perhaps in only a fleeting moment,
For some precious months,
Or over a series of years,
The fact remains,
At one time in my life,
My love to you, I did steer.
I have learned, as I stand naked
Before the reflection of my soul,
That my love is precious.
It is not so precious because of me,
Nay, love comes from a higher source,
Being this, simply the channel-ee.
Perhaps I opened to you
In a glance or a smile,
A brief hug, or a kiss,
Or maybe, a love affair a while?
The details and morality have not such import,
As the fact that I gave
Freely, even if unwisely,
Still, you it was, that I sought.
What you do with my love
Is only yours to respond.
That, as proved sadly, is not mine to share.
But, yet I gave freely, so as
Expectations, timing, and details
Do dance us apart,
The breaking does naturally tear.
But, I’ll look to my wounds
As you look to yours.
For, I saw you as worthy
And a part of good cause.
My love is a journey
Made of all that has been.
And my love is precious,
Of its Origin, I’m seen.
Thus, I wave you my kisses
In tear-filled farewells
And wish you good peace, love, and freewill.
The more of the love that flows out of me;
The more of the Love that flows in.
And in that,
I am free.
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