Are you really listening?

Can I have a moment my lady? We are so close, yet our Love is so far away. Seemingly, when we try to take two steps forward, we end up taking ten steps backwards. When I talk, you talk. When you talk, I talk. Two people talking at the top of their lungs, but no ears are open for listening. I said I love you five times in a row, but you kept bickering on trying to conclude your points of emphasis. I said I am sorry for my irresponsibilities, but you turned your back on me. Looking at you wearisomely in the eyes, I asked, " So what do you want me to say or do?" "Listen to me," she exhaled.

She says, "Lover we are so close, yet I feel as if our love has departed. Every time I wanna move forward, I have a Michael Jackson moment where I feel entrenched to moonwalk backwards. We are always talking over each other-no resolution is branded. You never tell me You love me or take responsibility for your actions. Thats why I cannot look at you and why my back is always facing forward."

So, with a sense of agitation in her voice, she says, "Is there something you expect from me?

With no reluctancy, I turned my back on her...

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What are you willing to give up for Love?

Who is in your life's driver's seat?

If God took away all of your earthly possessions, would you still praise / worship Him?

What is Love? And what was Love created to accomplished?

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Love Matters and so do You.

Each candle was lit based upon the fire that exists in my inner-soul;

I wanted to find that 'special place' where could discuss how we can create a new meaning of love; where you could lay your head on my chest and talk your little heart away as I listen, without response, thinking how wonderful of a man you make me feel. God did not make a mistake allowing me have the nearness of you under the shadows of the dim light. Its so amazing how we went from casual conversation about our life's goals to wedding dresses and tuxedos to having our first child. Moment after moment after moment, the love that we share ceases to quench the very thirst of what my heart yearns for.

Each candle represents a sun ray of light that makes a home within your inner-soul. You are so amazing as you re-construct my heart that was once broken into milli-pieces of hopelessness.

There is No ME without YOU. There is No Fiction attached to your Love. I want to come HOME.

Dear You,

My name is Jermon Cooks. I am writing you this letter because my phone is not on a 4G network so my service is shady in some areas, kinda sorta like my life. As I was driving west bound headed toward my destination, I saw the old bakery where we used to meet after work to share a banana walnut cupcake and two hot coco's. My emotions got the best of me so I decided to park across the street from the bakery falling in deep thought still imagining our spirits sitting at the very table that we sat shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek. Funny how you never used to eat the cupcake itself; you were a fan of walnuts. So I guess I was the greedy one because after you picked a few walnuts out of the cupcake, the rest of it disappeared quite rapidly. I miss you. I know time has taken us in different directions and given us many opportunities of lifelong happiness, but I was the never the same after I left. Too selfish for my own good, the benefits of what was being offered cannot compare to the whispered I Love You's after dinner under candlelight. The fire in your eyes simmered the doubts in my soul. You brought newness in places that were forbidden for any and all person(s). You were my everyday-my morning star, the rays of the rising sun, my hero who promised to protect me from heartbreak. Every inch of my being felt the love that you surrendered effortlessly. I could not match the intensity of your love. I could not put childish things away. A hopeless romantic that made hopeless decisions that in the end cost my heart to stop. I never told you why I left...so let me go get a banana walnut cupcake and a coco and let me explain.

Better yet, I wrote a book about it called Love Fiction: A Journey Through Its Truths...

I just wish you were alive to read it...

God's Promise...

"LET YOUR SMILE BE YOUR UMBRELLA"

With Love,

The Unspoken One: Jermon E. Cooks

IF I COULD WRITE....

A silly love song, I would trace a heart on the window with my finger with the morning's dew scribing the words I LOVE YOU followed by the date I met you ending with the word Forever do us part.

If I could write...a silly love song, I would put your love on Repeat with whispered lips and truthfulness that will carry us beyond the course.

If I could write...a silly love song, I would write it all about you and how gentle you make living on Earth feel.

If I could write...a silly love song, as we sleep, I will interlock my hand into your hand ensuring that I will always be All that you need and protect you even as you dream the night away.

If I could write...a silly love song, every time I exhale I will be thankful for another second of life to share the warrants of my heart-as my heart releases its deepest fears.

If I could write...a silly love song, I will surrender my hands above my head, fall to my knees, broken and humbled, and yell out Jehovah Jireh...YOU ARE ALL THAT I NEED.

If I could write...a silly love song, I will make love to you by the actions of my words: Our love will be born again through favor, kindness, and admiration.

If I could write...a silly love song, I will go on and on and on and never stop loving you, loving you, loving you, holding you, touching you, kissing you, believing in you...

I guess I will never stop writing silly love songs...

Te amo mi amor contigo para siempre.

Jermon E. Cooks

Born: 06/04/1975 Died: 06/04/2075

By God's Grace, I was able to see many seasons, leaves turning from forest green to a rustic brown. The oxygen of the planet sucking the very life / pigmentation of that very leaf causing it to wither away into the abyss of planet Earth. I never took inventory of my own life: My short-comings, successes, failures, lost loves, and my walk in faith. Most of my life, I just lived. Sometimes, the next day was hard to see especially when my life was interrupted by human error. Those human errors predicated death in some actualities. Death was scary to think of. Thinking of death made my heart travel upward bound towards my throat, but as quickly as the thought of death consumed my soul, I was gently reminded of this scripture:

Psalm 39: 1-6

"I said to myself, I'm going to quit complaining! I'll keep quiet, especially when the ungodly are around me. But as I stood there silently the turmoil within me grew to the bursting point. The more I mused, the hotter the fires inside. Then at last I spoke, and pled with God: Lord, help me to realize how brief my time on earth will be. Help me to know that I am here for but a moment more. My life is no longer than my hand! My whole lifetime is but a moment to you."

As I watched the green leaf turn a rustic brown, I watched me turn from a man who accepted the things of the world become a product of something Brand New. The world was deoxygenating my soul-suffocating my will to live. But Lord, I know what you had to do to allow me to fall flat on my face to learn that you are quick to rescue and quick to forgive. And though my days on this Earth are numbered, your purpose and plan for me is right on time.

I was that forest green leaf, lying helplessly on the graveled pavement. And as I sought the hand of man, his touch de-oxygenated my soul turning me into a rustic brown leaf with hell in wait.

God, said, "Enough, He is Mines!" And I am His!

So Lord, when my number is called.....I will not be afraid!