My Eve….though in the past I was pursuing musings I thought would fill my need. Conceived by notions that all I had to do was sleep. Yes, beside a body not of my own, though the warmth touches my soul. Sensing the senses mentioning I feel this person is my own. But there they go. Rejections met with objections from those turning away as clung to attention. Returning to cold heart, shattered and bruised as I faced my imperfection. Where am I to go? Hearing poets speak with ease how another is home. Hearing players take shots and pass balls, in mention of the game, I guess I didnt properly play, so I became cheated on. Funny, how I would see them pick up and I trail her, though they let go. So I began to wonder, was the problem me….me…the man who spoke eloquent words and rumored to have a count that doubled palms? Not realizing that I became an image that I could no longer recognize. Skies shifting and my narcissism became revealing, yelling out, surprise, we’re victims. But no, wait….love…yes, no, no, yes, respect? Trust? Time? Change? Balance? Chasing after an idea with no clear direction until love was truly found. Did I stop and become consumed? Sounds escaping my lips trying to form words with a heart that skips. Beginning to see the focus, I turned to promises of today and tomorrow remaining its own. Running the race in wait, seeing you slip past me in haste, I pursue you to walk hand in hand. Forgive me for not catching up to you before. But my dear, you are worth the wait. See me as a man, filled with flaws and love, Rooted in the rock, let us grow.