It is nearly done 
  Jim Simmons

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 He sat me down to tell a story

has it truly been this life time
I have only known and just now arrived here
in this place of which i now reside...
this place of certainty
of fulfilled hope
an undreamt dream
the nurturing of an ideal
made real...
He said of love
It is the creation made before
your first step and would be on
the path yet to see
your path
decisions would lead you to it
as would take you further from it
but still as true as the sun's
cracking the night to day each morn
be fearful this love made in the depth
of your heart can only be known
by her fairness, not the fairness of
even tempered
fairness of beauty
in mind and in spirit
her appearance would become invisible
yet to see her is like seeing for the
first time that which is most beautiful of all,
this path may be a life time lived and never
revealed what is love that i speak of....
Almost mockingly
I interrupt his sincere display
questioning perhaps is he
meaning a soul mate...
I have heard such the banter
time and time again.
Oh how she smells as the fresh fallen
snow and glistens as the rain atop
the sky dancing...
As quickly as I could shatter
his words, he began again
with another bit...
Doubt my dear boy,
sternly not wavering
without hesitation,
doubt will carry you
along your path, sarcasm
will allow you to avoid
any meaning and you will
be left wondering with regret
what is this love a life time
past
you have so carelessly missed...
You can exist in this life
and allow doubt your guide
sarcasm your voice
lack of regard for tenderness,
but I can't meet you at the end
for it will be impossible for you
to reach it...
The greatest of these is love..
Agape'
Should you be one of those blessed
to know of it, to be apart of its grandeur
humbled will be your gaze
and warm will be your offering
and at the end of your fingertips
she will be waiting for you to pull her close
exactly as it was meant to be...
The meaning seemed clear and
met me in high regard,
I was soft again made real to touch
but then would be the question of
unconditional trust...
Surprised He stared at me
Did you not hear
a distraction had blocked your mind's eye
Within the wonder of this love
dearly I have spoken of
dwells a place
where only you two
can meet...
There is no other
who can understand the way
and that won't waver on any given day..
only if you allow doubt in
and refuse to speak
then this trust will
result in lust leaving a mark
dark as pitch
and the foundation
will crumble...
Do you understand this quest of love
it is a life time in finding
and a life time in giving
it is a gift given
and received
majestic..
To see us together
then all will
too believe...