Poetry With Me

To love and to be loved is a gift that is not always received. Cherish those who love you now don’t wait until it’s too late.

Enjoy the small moments alone, the brush of a hand, the hint of a kiss, not every moment is going to feel just as simple as this.

It may not be love maybe just a fleeting emotion that passes time as quickly as a bird who takes flight when push comes to shove

I know dear sweet reader the pain that you have felt when your heart broke shortly after they made it melt.

The way you laid in bed crying waiting for a reason they would or could not give

you may not have been their person but I beg of you please please remember to LIVE.

When the tide subsides and the waters rise and swell again don’t be afraid to love to give your whole heart again

you may find that there is someone waiting just around the bend whose heart was once broken but together you both can mend.

You are not defined by the love someone else can offer you but you are truly measured by the love that you give.

Even if they can’t reciprocate it.

faithfully yours,

Gv Rioz