Good-bye my love said after each exhale ridding of the pain co-existing inside. I had to see you one last time. Capture your smile, your beautiful eyes that I adored looking into mine. Take my hand and tell me that you will ok. I am a man but I have to cry OUT to GOD to take this pain away. Baby, are you sure leaving me is the best thing to do. We both made mistakes but I willing to forgive if you are willing to forgive too. I know your the one. I knew it from the very start. Two years later, still in love, you began drifting apart. My hand, my heart and my love are all aligned for love, for us, for-ever. But you needed space, you said it was for the better. More space, less time to dream, room for the enemy to seek, kill and destroy. What I thought was real became a defected toy. I sought after you with pure might and purpose. Losing you I could not fathom. Rather fight than not. You said not. You said don't wait. You need to do you. While my love was just in bloom. Now, I am stewing in my emotions... Wanting one last cry...

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Time was what was necessary. Dreams of holy matrimony engaged my thoughts. That day kissing my bride under the cherry moon, etched carefully across my heart,rehearsed and photographed, produced a blank photo. I was in love with your "dont do's" never contemplating any less but giving you every ounce of my being. Cherishing every breath you took. Loving you into tomorrow's sun; breathing life into your spirit one scripture, one prayer at a time. I could not fathom why the photo remained blank just when the "I do" was silently manifested. I needed to see your smile in the photo. My mind settles with yes, but my heart sirens no. Cold feet? No. Hardened heart? No. YOU turned stone cold. Like love served you an eviction notice. All I wanted was your everything. I wanted to be your everything...365 days every year. I did not care who was your first kiss; I wanted to be your last. Your eyes told no truths. So what are we doing?