Distant Wind

Love is an magician that can pull a man out of his own hat. That is why I'm thankful for your footprints were in my sand. A constant reminder of God not wanting a man to be alone, for I was alone, until my rib exited my flesh producing a garden of roses bounded by extreme elegance and grace, the flowers spelled your name.

 I should have been a better man a better person. We both come from the same background but mine was more polished than yours. But me being more polished had nothing to do with the everlasting love, the commitment, I hold in my every move for you. Without U there is no S to complete US, I hold myself to blame. As my eyes are watering my breath slowly utters lost at this point in my life, I wish not to be found.

My whole world died the day you left. Your footprints now faded because you have become but a distant wind. Why does love have to be so hard? Why do people come together to be drawn apart? One question I will never need to ask is, "how much you mean to me?" You showed me that I can love again, for I feel deep in love with you.

Sorry things had to change, but not loving you will be an insult to one of god's beautiful creations. May you always remember through your difficult moments how much I love the. Lord please! Bring back thy distant wind.