Sparks Fly

Fireworks aren't always instantaneous. 

Sometimes, you have to assemble the fireworks one ingredient at a time 

& then, after a while, a moment of spontaneous combustion takes place 

as the hearts of two people ignite into a beautiful showpiece of love & real life. 

Yeah, I think the best fireworks, the awe inspiring, great romantic ones, 

burst out of the accumulation of hard work & intentional loving. 

The kind of loving that doesn't come easy. 

The kind of loving that's hesitant at first, 

but slowly and softly opens the heart to find 

what it never knew it desired.

I am not afraid of you

 Closing the distance between you and me,

Bewildered by the act of my unplanned bravery.

One thing I know for sure to be true.

You scare me more than anyone, but I am not afraid of you.

The air is cold and I can barely breath,

But somehow I manage to form words to speak.

Your eyes draw me in, soft and blue,

You scare me more than anyone, but I am not afraid of you.

I want to run away from your charm,

I want to hide away in your arms,

I want to memorize every moment until you're out of view,

You scare me more than anyone, but I am not afraid of you.

Courageously I rescue my heart before it's too late.

There's something about you, but I'm going to choose to wait. 

The compass of my feelings never guided me to towards truth.

You scare me more than anyone, but I am not afraid of you. 

I take a step back making a gap between you and me,
Time will only tell, whatever the outcome may be,

One thing I can promise, no matter what we may go through.

I'm not afraid of anything- not even afraid to be scared of you.

I am your good thing

He who finds a wife, looks for a wife not for a girlfriend.

If you want to wife her up, no time for lust, just sit and listen.

He who finds a wife, gives Christ his life, 

So he can find her.

Years of patient waiting,

Cautiously not to awaken,

Love until the time was right.

To love her with the love of Christ.

He who finds a wife, who finds a wife, he finds her waiting,

Not wasting time, but serving Christ,

Not debating whether or not she should be dating,

Not looking for love in all the wrong places,

Not defined by her singleness or lack of a diamond ring.

He who finds a wife, who finds a wife, he finds her ready,

Awake with her oil lamp filled and burning.

He finds her on her knees, worshiping her King, her Creator God,

The one who made her and fashioned every part of her being.

She's beautiful, she's radiant, she's far above all he imagined and dreamed,

This groom stops, no more seeking, get to know her and lean in,

Patiently, not revealing his identity- he also kneels and worships his king.

Time unfolds as this love story begins to weave,

The pages of their separate journeys create a romance- seamless- a dream.

He gazes at her and knows that he's found her- it's real love sent from eternity.

Now is the time to call off his search, he sees her also as Christ sees the church.

It doesn't take long when your matchmaker is king- the great love story author.

If you want to find a wife he's the one you need to seek.

He who finds a wife, who finds a wife,

He who finds her- finds a good thing.

I am your wife, i am your wife, 

come find me- I am your good thing.

Quite something

Who are you? You're something I'd like to get to know.

There's a mystery in your voice.

It sounds familiar, it harmonizes with my core. 

Your smile triggers my smile- i lose control. 

You reach out to shake my hand, but I want to hold yours.

You're something, quite something I'd like to get to know.

Who are you? You're name I've never known.

But your eyes speak to my soul.

A conversation I'm not a part of.

May I be so bold,

To follow you into the other room?

May I be so bold,

To tell you that your something,

I'd like to get to know?

May I watch you from a distance,

And wait until I've discovered your mystery,

To say I'm in love with you?

Will my bravery be rewarded?

Will you let me wait?

Will you stay?

Hidden,

For me to uncover?

You're a hidden treasure.

You are something, 

Quite something, I'd like to get to know.

love, you are un-named, you have no phone.

you're a stranger, you are unknown.

but, please, just tell me 

this one thing and I'll be through:

quite something, who. are. you?

Time- we're through

I've had plenty of time

to write this petty rhyme

in love with you without me.

I've had plenty of time

to make up my mind

reasoning my sleepless dreaming.

I've had plenty of time

to collect a million dimes

for every thought i've gambled on you.

I've had plenty of time

to think of every reason why

no other love would ever do.

If time was mine i'd make you mine.

So I'm cashing in my dimes

I never meant to hurt you time, but

It's not me, it's you-

Time- we're through.

A mountain.

There's a mountain growing,

beyond my knowing,

There's a mountain growing,

in my heart.

A mountain called love,

summit peaks

 the sky above.

but I'm too little to climb it,

too afraid to cast it into the sea,

for fear that I won't find it.

There's a mountain growing,
deep down in the organs of my being,
my soul, my spirit.
My every kind of interior art,
this mountain is bursting right out of my heart.

Reaching altitudes of fierce weather,
too high for my lungs alone, but together?
Perhaps with a friend,
We could journey the ascent.
Perhaps with a friend,
This mountain wouldn't seem so high.

So when it's time to climb,

Please give me the sign,

and we'll tackle this mountain together.

Love:
encompassing planet and stars,
elegant forms of beautiful art,
love: 

oh, what a great mountain you are.
Please, oh dear, mountain of love,
 don't break my heart.

In love with the idea of being in love

I'm in love! 

Well, I'm in love with the idea of being in love.

I've been searching, seeking, pinning for 'the one'.
I've been swiping left and right, playing guessing games of eenie, minee, mo.

Is he the one? No. Is he the one? Not even close.

Where is my Boaz? Where's my king David? 

He's not perfect, he sometimes cusses, I didn't like the pattern of his breathing,

Oh please, If Jesus himself asked me out even I wouldn't date him. 

I like bad boys, 

you know the ones.

With eyes on me,
this purified virgin
one in a million.
They smile and say
hey
let's go on a date.
Hoping I'll say yes
they seek me out as their goddess.
Their idol of worship
to occupy their emptiness.

But I don't need them or their compliments or kisses or hugs.

The truth is I'm already in love with the idea of being in love.

To my future husband, I'd write letters

dreaming of him and I together.

Thinking I could pray him to me

believing I could jinks God's timing.

In my heart I was building

creating an idol of my own

made from pure ego

and the idea of being in love.

My idol began to build and build

higher and higher

along with my foolish love desire.

This idol i've created
in all my dating waiting
crowned me miss pageant purity
praying for my sparkly wedding ring
spitefully demanding that God owed me.

"I'll read my bible
I won't party
I'll be the first abstinent barbie
locked in a box
kept fresh and untouched.
Just one thing that I want in return"
this one thing I kept trying to earn.
"I'll wait
I won't date
But God you must promise to give me my soul mate,
prince charming, riding on a white horse, armor shining."
What was I thinking?
That my perfect record could earn me blessings?

But I don't really need a future husband at this point.

The truth is I'm too in love with the idea of being in love.

And as I continued down this spiral staircase of desire,
My heart began to weaken
and my seeking, searching, pinning for 'the one',
began to deceive me.
I had built a golden calf I called 'purity'
that was beginning to defile my inner being.

Even this can't complete me.
Even this can't fulfill me.
Even this idea of being in love will never truly satisfy my every dream.

What I really need goes beyond my desire to find romance and 'the one',
God, I must be more in love with you than the idea of being in love.

And with that declared the golden idol began to melt
Along with every fear of relationships I've ever felt.

Oh God, I'm more in love with you than the idea of being in love.

I surrender every idea of a man that I've ever dreamed up.

I give you my foolish hopes and imaginations.

My 

white picket fence,

My

Tall, dark, handsome and french,

My 

picture perfect man.

But even when that one has found me,

Even when I'm old and married

That doesn't change a thing

Thats not the purpose of the ring.

Darling, don't get me wrong, our love will be grand

but, there's just got to be more than walking hand in hand.

A greater purpose

for 

His glory

for 

His perfecting

Beyond our love for each other 

to be more in love with him than any other.

Oh, God, I'm more in love with you than the idea of being in love.

How wonderful you trust me,

enough to entrust me

with earthly relationships

with someone to share YOUR love with.

You trust me

not to make him an idol

You trust me 

not to act like a child.

Oh, God, oh how I'm so in love with you,

I'll keep seeking, searching, pinning for more of you.

You complete me.

You fill me up.

Oh, God, I'm more in love with you than the idea of being in love.

Incongruent heart

Heart, why do you give yourself away without a hand to take it?

Heart, why can you not seem to comprehend love is more than what you make it?

Heart, you're friendlier than me.

Heart, tell me your secrets, tell me how you love so easily.

You. Yes, eyes reading,

speeding,

feeding upon my thoughts and feelings.

My heart says hello and wants to have coffee.

This is a weird poem.

Nothing even rhymes with poem.

Let's get deep.

Heart, read em and weep. 

Wait for a hand to sweep me off my feet..

I am your pearl

I want to be distinguished,

 Something unique.

I want to be a treasure,

A novelty. 

I want to change the world. 
I want to be discovered by an explorer  

in search of a beautiful pearl,
 a rare thing, a priceless jewel. 

I want to be that pearl. 

Search well with eyes open,
World changer, when you find me,
Buy the field that I'm buried in,
We'll build a house and get married,

I'll change the world with you

The only girl for you
I'm a fool for you.

I am your pearl.

Let me tell you.

let me tell you about you,

not what you are or what you do.

i'm going to tell you about the who in you,

believe me or not, you know it's true.

close your eyes,

listen awhile,

let me tell you about you

you're a masterpiece, a work of art,

you're a giant of faith with a marshmallow heart.

are you listening, can you see it too?

let me tell you more about you.

you see, i can see, not just who you are, but who you're meant to be.
you were made for amazing things.
you were made for me.
but more so, you were made for all the world to see.
let me tell you more about who you're meant to be.


you're meant to be a risk taker,
you're meant to be a peace maker,
you're meant to be a world changer,
you're meant to be fearless when you're most afraid.
you're meant to yell at the top of your lungs, declaring your heart out in boldness and love.
you're meant to love.
you're meant to be loved by me,
the one who can tell you who you're meant to be.


let me tell you one more thing,
you are brilliant.
you are smart.
you're resilient.
you're going to make it and be,
your purposed creation and destiny.


let me tell you about you,
you're not what you are or what you do.
you're who you're meant to be.
be it, lead the world, set them free.

Liking you.

I LOVE everyone...but I'm so in like with you. I so like you, i really do.
I love you more because i like you, and i like the way i like you and the way you love me too.

Love is easy to do and it is easy to say.
I don't know if you like me, but either way,
I like you and don't ever want you to change.

Liking you makes me laugh and write poetry-
Makes me want to dance and sing you to me.
It doesn't change anything cause i'm not silly.
And it's free to go away if it's not meant to be.



I haven't said a thing,
Even though you could be mine,
My liking is quiet and discreet.
It's thoughtful and smiley,
It's simple and sweet.

There's so many reason, I could go on forever.
I'm just liking what I hear, what I see, what I love about you, you, you-
The one i like to like.

So don't worry about it,
It will happen,
However,
Whenever,
With whomever-
All I know is- friend to friend- i really like you.

imposters.

i am undeserving of your love...and.you are just as unworthy of my care. but what is love if it is to deserve? what is love if it is to be fair? must i be the one to redeem your lonely heart? lest you carry my burdens and my damaged soul, on this heavy cross. lest we save each other, from this love of wars. though you are pure. though you are exceptionally divine. 


i am not your savior. neither you are mine.

When it gives all that it's got.

                   

I've got this ♥ sometimes I don't know what to do with.
Should I give it free will?
or forget it ever could feel?
I can't decide or make up my mind,
if feeling is actually worth the while,
if the consequences of this ♥ is really worth the cause.
Yet even when i'm so aware
my ♥ seems to live a life of its own- 
uncontrollably loving-
and when it doesn't get what it wants-
painfully shunning.
And when it gives all that it's got,
hoping to be filled with a love from another ♥
When it's so ready to be wanted,
blinded, with closed eyes, to my ♥ 's surprise
it stops. 
Oh, that ♥ was nothing but vain.
how can love be after gain?
what is my ♥ left to remain?
let not my love be in vain.
When it gives all that it's got,
wishing to be filled with a love from another ♥
no matter how hard it fought.
What do I do with this ♥?

If I was queen.

Love paints the sunset

my heart is drawn to fields that 

we run through and just let 

heaven do the talking.

The dark shade of blue fades into the sky

the mystery gazes into our eyes.

Spread out under telephone wires

watching distant burning fire.

The stars, they hung there all wild,

like beautiful sounding music, from the telephone wires.

I looked up and thought

 'wouldn't it be neat if we could play the stars"?

In the dark, I thought,

'I bet that'd sound amazing, if I could sing the stars."

I don't know what their song might be,

But I will sing.

We belong,

We belong,

We are strong and burning brighter.

Don't give into defeat,

You have your own kind of beauty,

Live like you were queen,

Sing your heart,

Play the stars,

They reveal who you are,

Who you are, you belong.

To Be Known

To be loved is to be known and to be known is to be loved. 

I don't know you, but i would like to get to. 

We could converse about things that have meaning,

We could declare something wild if our hearts could start singing.

We could secure our place in the heavens and rejoice in our youth

And take charge of this planet in what is ours and the truth.

I could tell you about star's and you could tell me about heaven,

I would listen with all my heart and get to know you more intensely. 

I don't know you, but I would like to get to.

Because, to be loved is to be known and to be known is to be loved.

Within our union we could take on the world and start a revolution.

I would like to be known by you. 

In your truth. 

Know me.

And I will know you.

You were made for amazing things.

And I was made for the same.

We were made to be known to our core,

and in our knowing we were made to be loved by Him.

This could be great. 

I know it. 

I will wait.

I will be patient.

I will love and know you more.

love you,

I will be known to my core.

love is not a feeling

Love is not A FEELING. Instead, what I feel by my act of love is the affect of my love, or in some cases the result of being loved. But love should never be confused with an emotion, sensation or enjoyment. 

It is not the softness or simplicity of the object of affection that always compels us to give, but in fact the unyielding, undeserving, stubborn one that challenges us to choose to love. 

Love is often laborious and tiresome. It is by patient endurance that we are able to come into complete awareness of the selfless, painful, sacrificial and marvelous dimensions of this consuming love. Once we have been acquainted in this manner we become conscious of the outcome of our love; the ways in which we provoke goodness out of another by the means of our unwavering persistence. She may be rough, resistant and uncouth, but you will love her and love her, tell her she is gentle and sweet and love her more and more, challenge her prudish heart and untwine the complications of her reluctance; this is the ultimate function of love. 

If we are to love only those who reflect our love back and feed our greedy hearts on a feeling we are but a waste.

Love is NOT a feeling.