The Road to Love . . .

Love's Journey

The road to love is sometimes long and tiring.
It is unexpected and unpredictable.
Thinking that no one out there could possibly ever love you,
the way a man loves a woman.
The way he looks at her with such love and tenderness.
Every woman dreams of that.
To be adored.
To be cared for.
To have someone there for both good and bad times.
Happy and sad times.

Then when love comes, you have to question it,
because you don't want to be disappointed.
Or let down.
Because you don't want to be hurt again.
But at the same time, you have a spark of hope.
The thought comes.
Is he really the one?
Could this possibly be happening to me?

The road after love has found you isn't easy still.
There are times when you feel like you are climbing, soaring.
Higher and higher you go and you know you're in love,
that nothing can stand in the way.
Just remember life can't always be a fairy tale.
Life with love is also filled with bumps and potholes.
There are times when your journey takes a nosedive and you sink in despair.
Wondering how things have gotten to be like this.

There will be times he will rescue you,
the damsel in distress.
But there are moments when a princess has to rescue her knight in shining armor.
Knowing that even they have some weaknesses,
that they need rescuing too.
After the battle is won,
there will still be bruises and healing to be done.
But the road is slightly a little smoother.
The journey of love just a little wiser.

April 1, 2004, two fools (also best friends) in love got married.

Not naming any names, but they are a good looking couple if I must say so.  :) Oh ya, and my mom helped me create this poem. We're a good team. ;) Love ya Mom!!

Dreams of Eternity

Tawny - gold satin.

Hands entwined and rings exchanged.

Drizzles on dark suits.

John 3:16

I believe in the Atonement. I know that Jesus suffered for me, and paid the price. He did this so I could live with him again. He did it not only to pay for my sins, but to pay for the hurt I've gone through in my life. I know with my whole heart that he loves me and knows me. 


I look forward to the day I can kneel at his feet and thank him for what he has done for me. I am so grateful for my Savior, my Redeemer, my loving Older Brother.

Atonement


A moment is all it takes,

for one silly foolish act,

a promise breaks.

Although it appears great fun,

feelings of despair settle,

once it is done.

Sorrow and much fear take hold,

wandering alone with guilt,

lost in the cold.

With a heavy load on top,

it's hard not to just give up,

give in and stop.

Seeking guidance from above,

whisperings of the answers,

by his love.

Correcting the mistakes made.

The burden becomes lighter.

Rely on that which was paid.

Only then can peace remain.

Striving to do what is right.

We may attain.

My favorite place to be . . .

Not quite sure of a fitting title for this one yet, I don't want to just have it Temple, I need suggestions. Thanks for the help. :)

Early morning rays,

gradually and softly,

fall on the white stone.

Making it sparkle,

glistening with jewels.

Covenants are made.

Blessings and wondrous miracles.

Hope and security,

a home from heaven,

filled with eternal love.

Rooms flowing with comfort,

pure and bright.

Promise of a forever family.

The sweet little boy that I adore

Alyxander

Angel from above, blue-eyed wonder,

Looking up at me, peace fills my soul.                 

Your smile takes my mind off of daily thunder.

Xperiencing life, day by day,

Already capturing many hearts.

Needing to eat, sleep, and play,

Daily dose of love is given to everyone.

Excited to be in this world,

Remember who you are, my darling sweet son.

Bottled emotion

As a child to a young teenager, I didn't express the times that I was really sad or hurt. When I started High School, I composed all of that emotion into this poem.

First Drop of Fear

Thunder rumbling, lightning flashes.
I look up to the sky as a raindrop hits my cheek,

already wet with tears.

A glance,

nothing more and a child's laughter fades away.

Hopes and dreams,

with just a single squeeze,

can cause them to break.

A room with an unfinished painting.

A lost toy.

Feeling tired and alone.

As you wander in a scorching desert,

under a blazing sun.

Miles of dry sand,

accompanied by the sharp breath of a dragon.

An accident,

with death at the door,

It wouldn't have hurt you so much,

were it not for the loved one inside.

A glass figurine teeters and falls.

Shattering into tiny hazardous daggers.

The silence.

The stillness.

I wipe away my tears,

as rain continues to fall.

Modern Day Shakespeare

I can't take all the credit for this poem. Two of my friends and I made this one in High School for an English class. It was a rather fun assignment. To take the poem, "To Be or Not to Be" and change it but still have the same flow and 'language' type thing if you know what I mean. 

To Date or Not to Date

To date or not to date - that is the question:

Whether 'tis easier to say yes,

And feel the effects of unwanted attention,

Or to suffer the guilt of no,

And shelter yourself in seclusion.

To enjoy the company of well known friends,

No more dwelling in self pity.

In preparation for the date,

Passing time is a trying wait.

The evening nights run long and short.

To date, or not,

To freefall into chance

Ay, there's the problem.

For in trusting another with one's heart,

When our emotions aren't clear,

Hesitation lingers in the mind.

A chance worth taking.

Two very different futures, one choice to make.

Back when I was a 9th grader, I had a talent that I didn't know I had, until it was discovered by accident. It consumed me, gave me a thrill. A few months later I was told that I had two choices, to continue and devote myself, perfect it to the point of being someday famous, or to drop it. 

Today . . . I am happy with the life I have. 

The Choice

The race of my heart,

racing with my mind.

Thrill of excitement,

has a price to pay.

Voices demanding,

of what I must do.

The race with my body and spirit.

Who will win?

Through the biting cold darkness,

I wander.

I’m lost and confused.

I pray, pleading and wishing,

for comfort and guidance.

Silent tears run down my face,

I try to figure out,

which path I must take.

Each has a different future.

The decision,

what to do, cuts into me.

Like my blades,

that cut into the ice.

Then came the peace,

my answer.

It’s going to be ok.

I took a step forward,

with a smile on my face.

With peace and faith,

in my heart.

Darkness and pain

It's here

It's here.

Waiting in the dark, staring at me.

Frozen on the spot.

Two blue eyes.

Bright with new fire.

They look familiar, hurt and pain reflect.

A light passes by. The eyes are my own.

Mothers and their babies

I wrote this a few years back, thinking about my mom. I gave her a precious moments figurine of a mother holding a baby and the title of it, I made the title for this poem. 

A love like no other

A smile and tiny fingers curl,

a coo and a giggle.

Arms lovingly surrounding and protecting,

the bundle that continues to wiggle.

There is a pure and innocent love,

a love like no other.

An enduring love, a bonding love,

one that is easily returned to each other.

A pair of eyes, looking up,

dependent on that love.

A pair of eyes, looking down,

watching the precious gift sent from above.

There is a pure and innocent love,

a love like no other.

It is a love of a mother.

Greeting the morning

Angel's Masterpiece                                                                                                           

Light and truth shining.

Drops of color, brushed by tears.

New joys to be found.

The sun's birth, rays in the East.

A new beauty, in every day.

My heart belongs to one man . . . my eternal love.

Wrote this poem for my husband as a birthday gift before we were married. Now he carries it with him wherever he goes. :) Tomorrow will be our one year anniversary of being married and almost two years of meeting each other. 

AlwaysTogether                                                                                                                      

Always together,

you and me.

More than forever,

that's how we'll be.

With love so strong,

unbound and free.

It couldn't be wrong,

just watch and see.

A happy glow,

that's in our eyes,

farther then we know

past the earth and skies.

You're my other half,

you're my other wing.

You make me laugh,

my heart to sing.

Always together,

we hold the key.

Stronger than forever,

into eternity.

Tribute to April, see ya next year.

April Showers                                                                                                                   

Storms often sing songs.

Listen, drums play and flutes sing.

Air is fresh and new.

Wishing Spring was here to stay . . .

                                                                                     

Season of Comfort 

Winter snatches her jewels to keep them safe;

but the icicles fall and shatter.

Spring chases her gloomy sister away;

flower buds poke out of the ground.

She spreads her joy with the renewal of sun and rain;

dew hangs to new flower petals, birds sing to the morning rays.

For a time everyone is happy and rejuvenated;

puffy springy clouds fill the clear blue sky.

The warm breeze dances and sings;

smile on every face.

Summer calls to spring, it's time to leave;

Flowers full in bloom, bursting with energy.

Spring's job is done.