There was a time or two, 

When I was invited to Love. 

To hold. 

To kiss. 

To nurture. 

Till the end of forever. 


I was INVITED.

To Love.

To hold.

To kiss.

To nurture.

Till the end of forever. 

Wrapped in black and blues. 

Buried in untrue truths. 

Bounded by broken yesterdays. 

Founded by minefield pathways.


I. 

Was. 

Invited to Love. 

To hold. 

To kiss. 

To nurture. 

Till the end of forever. 

Never Loved. 

Only wanted. 

Never understood. 

Only stunted. 

Never given. 

Only grunted.


I. 

Was. 

Invited to Love. 

To hold. 

To kiss. 

To nurture. 

Till the end of forever.

An invitation from God. 

Or so I thought. 

A chance to give and receive. 

Or so I sought. 

In reality. 

A chance to be broken. 

Again. 

And so I fought.


I. 

Was. 

Invited to Love. 

To hold. 

To kiss. 

To nurture. 

Till the end of forever. 

Or not. 

Like a man on his knees. 

A woman full of pleas. 

A bride without a groom. 

A home without a room. 


I waited ALL my life. 

To be. 

Invited to Love. 

To hold. 

To kiss. 

To nurture. 

Till the end of forever. 

Until. 

Reality. 

Became. 

Reality. 

These were invitations for bait.

Invitations to hate. 

Invitations to debate. 

Invitations to inflate. 

Not an invitation to Love. 


So today. 

12.19.16. 

I Spring forth anew. 

Knowing the difference now. 

Between Love and the blues. 

A new invitation awaits. 

And I shall accept. 

Because they would have won. 

If I continued and wept.  


I. 

Was. 

INVITED. 

To. 

Love. 

And I said yes

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