Juststan

There are unknown paths to explore, undiscovered hidden thoughts to analyse, to show me ways to love you more, to get me to stop and realise for our love to sail the storms, come through them stronger cant or wont be found in prescribed forms, or the obsession to conquer. Maybe I could try to make a start, by learning to listen, to words whispered from the heart, or wipe your tears that glisten; place your needs above mine, discover your one secret desire, nurture your talent for it to shine a bright beacon of hope amidst the mire. Show my love through my actions, and stop trying to remould; and destroying what was the attraction, rather allow that truth to unfold, by being close to you in laughter and tears, not allowing us to become strangers, by embracing my own fears, and illusions of unreal dangers. All said and done, words strung together, there are still only three which I can say, and they don't say it all. "I LOVE YOU"

This poem is dedicated to "Highway Ministry" - a ministry directed at the trucking industry. Highway ministry is a non-profit organization providing support services, dealing with problems such as alcohol, drug abuse, AIDS/HIV, marital discord and prostitution, to mention a few, as well as a "Highway Prayer Patrol." If you are going somewhere, along these roads we share, to be safe enough to get there, start the journey in prayer; and along the way show you care, by stopping now and then to share. As we travel be it on the busy highways, or off the beaten track along quiet byways; or wherever our hearts yearn to stray, or when our tempers start to fray; and the horison appears bleak and grey, lets take time to stop and pray. When 'tis time to return home, digital memories of where we roamed; of the endless beaches we combed, of things lost and found in swirling foam; from crashing waves washing away sand domes, it will still be great to get back home. For those...

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