I guess I am the cynic...
The truth I see within the written lines of this love story soo much different from what I believe you want me to accept.
Yes I see a broader reality - a true understanding of what it is and not what hearts hope for.
I see a woman willing to sacrifice for the "ultimate love” but not truly clear of the sacrifice she makes.
Not understanding the wounds she inflicts on herself to feel the comfort of knowing someone wants her.
She puts her personal needs to the back
Opening her heart, nurturing a man so he can feel he is the only one. The true king
I see a man taking that love and saying the sweetest things he can to keep her returning.
In his heart he knows he cares but can't focus on that...
His world cries out for a level of stability and logical approaches
He offers the minimal responses not quite appreciating her the way the deep levels of her hearts wants and falling short of treating her like the queen she is
The scales of love are uneven.
But the written lines suggest a man doing the best he can to survive in a struggling world and a woman who is strong and just needs to hold on a little longer for that moment.
I scream wake up and see how selfish this love is...Selfish needs turning into wounded hearts.
She wants to love and he needs to be loved - But their hearts scream out to want to do vice versa
However they just don't understand how to demonstrate it
Her heart overflows with love, but yet her soul is wounded from the destructive nature of an uneven relationship.
Where the little things that matter to her are passed over and never cared for.
He tells her everyday he loves her - but doesn't seem to make the same sacrifices that demonstrate it.
He screams in frustration because he doesn't think she gets his "thought process" when he sees her tears drip down her face
In a silent room she prays for peace, answers and another time to be raptured up in his love...
In a crowded bar with friends he whines that she would just understand and hold on
He answers with a kiss that expresses eternal love and passion.
And she stands strong for a little while longer
The battle continues waiting for someone to say love just isn't enough we need more...
But these young lovers are lost in passion and a strong persistence.
The tug of war seems to continue...
Don't mistake what I see and feel because deep down I am a sucka for love.
My heart does a double beat every time a love song, sonnet, poem, movie or even the sweetest of sentiments are said.
I cry at weddings, I giggle when I see old couples hold hands and I love the thought of receiving flowers just because
But sometimes the loving sentiments differ from the true reality.
Sometimes a wounded heart is just that and the ultimate love is just a great fantasy suggested in books, poems, songs and the like.
Maybe I am a cynic
But I know this love thing takes work.
The truth I see within the written lines of this love story soo much different from what I believe you want me to accept.
Yes I see a broader reality - a true understanding of what it is and not what hearts hope for.
I see a woman willing to sacrifice for the "ultimate love” but not truly clear of the sacrifice she makes.
Not understanding the wounds she inflicts on herself to feel the comfort of knowing someone wants her.
She puts her personal needs to the back
Opening her heart, nurturing a man so he can feel he is the only one. The true king
I see a man taking that love and saying the sweetest things he can to keep her returning.
In his heart he knows he cares but can't focus on that...
His world cries out for a level of stability and logical approaches
He offers the minimal responses not quite appreciating her the way the deep levels of her hearts wants and falling short of treating her like the queen she is
The scales of love are uneven.
But the written lines suggest a man doing the best he can to survive in a struggling world and a woman who is strong and just needs to hold on a little longer for that moment.
I scream wake up and see how selfish this love is...Selfish needs turning into wounded hearts.
She wants to love and he needs to be loved - But their hearts scream out to want to do vice versa
However they just don't understand how to demonstrate it
Her heart overflows with love, but yet her soul is wounded from the destructive nature of an uneven relationship.
Where the little things that matter to her are passed over and never cared for.
He tells her everyday he loves her - but doesn't seem to make the same sacrifices that demonstrate it.
He screams in frustration because he doesn't think she gets his "thought process" when he sees her tears drip down her face
In a silent room she prays for peace, answers and another time to be raptured up in his love...
In a crowded bar with friends he whines that she would just understand and hold on
He answers with a kiss that expresses eternal love and passion.
And she stands strong for a little while longer
The battle continues waiting for someone to say love just isn't enough we need more...
But these young lovers are lost in passion and a strong persistence.
The tug of war seems to continue...
Don't mistake what I see and feel because deep down I am a sucka for love.
My heart does a double beat every time a love song, sonnet, poem, movie or even the sweetest of sentiments are said.
I cry at weddings, I giggle when I see old couples hold hands and I love the thought of receiving flowers just because
But sometimes the loving sentiments differ from the true reality.
Sometimes a wounded heart is just that and the ultimate love is just a great fantasy suggested in books, poems, songs and the like.
Maybe I am a cynic
But I know this love thing takes work.
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