The Shape of Our Kindled Past

You promised me anticipation Of a fantasy future upon introduction Happily ever after, you offered But don't ask questions until info conferred. Tentative and with inward questions afire But with soft love in my heart for what I admire I turn aside others' attacks and doubts Until I can find out what you're about. Slowly, you begin to unravel as I share Myself, my heart, my sensitivities I bare Wrapped up in you and your story Though the tales are scary, I'm not wary. Over time, I see the warning signs And often times would run and hide Knowing what I see cannot succumb To what you had promised our life to become. Flipping back and forth, as fear abounds Like I'd come face to face with bloodsucking hounds I retreat and attack and cry to myself Knowing without you my life will be put on a shelf. So, I learn that my lesson to be learned Is to face the pain that my actions have earned Not to bring on needless sorrow or strife Because for you it only cuts like a knife. Learning to love another beside me Has been the elusive mystery That I've never been brought to Until sensitivity showed blossoming in you. Many months of sharing laughter And lifting each others' spirits after Pain is inflicted on one or another Which our strength we've developed endures together. Being apart now hurts sometimes But always now I realize That our hearts are one as one can be Reaching through the distance happily. For when I see you, I know You will always continue to grow As long as you are shown love And remain open to gifts from above. Never let your feet get stuck Where negativity is all amuck For you are meant to blossom full A rose that the sun does upwardly pull.