To the One who Knows me.

After 10:30 at night,
In the dark corner of my room
with a small flash light,
I read you life changing letter
gripped in my hand tight.


I believe when you say
Your thoughts for me our endless
like the sand covered by the sea;
And when everyone else leaves -
You will be closer than ever to comfort me.
To my Heavenly Father.
There is no where else
Love and Grace abound,
than in you arms.
You wrap me in Your peace
and I soak in Your
endless forgiveness and strength.
My battles were dark
and You fought and defeated all
of my current and coming enemies.
No more do I feel inferior and small.
You KNOW and understand me
and everything I've had to go through.
Now I never stand alone,
You have conquered my fears
and taken my heart astole.

There's something precious
about Your healing touch.
You take my pain and hurt away
and give me joy as a everlasting replacement.
You KNOW me from the inside out;
You knew me even before
I knew myself.

And I never want to escape your presence.
I am truly nothing without You.
Your Son and Your blood
are for me.
I am Your daughter,
made in Your image, whole and healed.
Seeking You face and
following You at Your guided pace.

Love, Your Daughter

Our Secret Garden.

The day is filled with red roses and a yellow sun.
And up ahead there is a large estate
with high walls and a broken gate.
Our foot prints in the over-grown grass,
and then we've seem to reach a status
higher than any other imaginative class.
As we conquer the walls to seek what's inside
to find what we've been waiting for,
for what seems like a lifetime.
and your moss-colored eyes,
hold a riotess surprise
that I could never deny.

Ending up in the north side garden
sharing a cup of cream colored tea,
I cant even believe
you made our own
secret escape.
Where all the shame melts away
like a candle with a searing hot flame.
We've seem to loose track of the days
and our vision never gets hazy
from the warm rain.
The tall hedges of green, make a maze
for us to get lost in
when we decide to go crazy.
And then the night starts to fall
like a cloth covering the sky
and we only try to stall
by forgetting the morning;
but reality comes
when the dawn breaks and shatters.
And our secret hideaway has to wait.
Until then, we both wont find the time to think straight
once we see that broken vine covered gate.

this took to long to write.......and i feel it doesnt even make too much sense.
- <3

Simple Love

Clouded, streaked skies.
The sun with wind intermingle and dance over our bear skin.
We were once part of that lost generation,
And the seeds of our conversation
Now bloom.
Covered mountain tops,
A corroded penny drops,
And our world comes to a silent stop,
And the colors are rotated.
The view is different.
The current has shifted.
The sun is no where to be seen;
We've been blinded by what the heartbroken call 'the greatest scheme'.
We will not fall back into foreign hands.
This new discovery is our new end;
And we will remain here, unbroken.
Lying here, with words unspoken,
But emotion is captured in your slightest touch.
And the colors are rotated.
Our picture is brighter than the normal black and white;
Our lavish scribbles dominate with our laughter and the sun's light.
With the happy glow of the fireplace,
I study the landscape of your face.
You watch my eyes dance and shine,
like a full moon on black lake.

The wheel of colors is never ending,
As we share our new common beginning.
And the colors on the kaleidoscope are rotated.

I wrote this last night after my family and i came home from a day downtown. The sun and good food in my stomach inspired me.
Love should be simple, if you are familiar with the movie, it should not be like 'The Notebook'. Love shouldn't have to cause drama, it's not a rough waves on the sea.
This poem, if I can call it that, starts off with the sun and the wind, indicating its day time and then towards the end, the fireplace and the moon, indicating night. One full day.

No 'he said, she said', no words exchanged between the two, but simple actions, that if you watched them, you could gather their passion for one another.

As for the rotation of colors, again, love should be an endless rainbow of colors that you have never witnesses before. Just like in a kaleidoscope, colors, shapes and lights rays; love should be as easy as turning a kaleidoscope in different directions to only obtain stunning unique images. Except unlike a kaleidoscope, the colors are never ending and only get better. For a conclusion, simple love should always be surprising and never get old.

-Ms. Nicolette