Tolerance

There’s a love, in me

That holds on, no matter how I change

No matter how wise I grow
No matter how old I grow

It’s a love that holds on to youth

That holds onto possibilities, impossible

This me that is willing to see through

All that is expected to bleed true

Its this level of love 
That allows the hurt to see the light of day

That allows love to see the light of day

She breaks all in her path

All that are able to see love 
Possible in her eyes

She’s selfish, and aware

Of what she takes and what she gives

She knows every possibility

And every loss in choice (she makes countless)

Does she believe in love?

Yes, she does

No one, but no one thus far

Is worthy enough for her love

And there, it waits

As does her age

She senses it, smells it

As life passes before her

Some would call it faith

And as obtuse as it seems

I am one of them

This selfishness is a need to give

Bleeding... Out all sides

Through every sign of life

She breaks the hearts of those she loves

Hoping one day it might be enough

For when I fall in love, yes, it will be forever

But this moment has come

And it’s not enough to live as one

Life is short, my love

And your choices know all too much

You will lose, gravely

But what is it that holds any balance throughout?

My heart breaks when I think of it all

It’s overpowering and I weep

There is a moment in each of us

That tells us the truth

One single truth, one single moment

Life and all its realities, in all its lies

Serves a purpose, millions of purposes

All at the same time

And only one makes a difference in the quality of life

Yes, its love... and everything else is a lie

What we project, what we decide

And it’s all after the fact

The ways we subside

My heart breaks when I think of the lives

All that’s given up, for security, for tries

When you’re emptied of everything, knowing you’ll die

And time becomes a photograph

Showing in instants, the lies

It’s never easy

As no one said it could be

It’s never a story

Where the ending’s happy

We are going to die

We’re going to grow old and decay

And beauty is in the eye of the beholder

No matter how much we push it away

The first moment I felt this, it was with you

And no matter our choices

That moment was true

We can look in on our lives

And indicate the dreams from the reality

Then piece together the seams

But bottom line, it’s a choice

We make it again, and again

No matter how we lose

We see it for what it was, in the end

No matter the choice

That moment will live forever

And I’ve had many moments

But they all fall in line

After this.. After. This.

I can make a choice and live with it

Because no matter what,

I’ll die with it

And so will you…

ⓒ 2005 Shawn Michael Quinn