The shadows of yesterday walk by my side.
I am no longer innocent, nor captive
of apologetic-sins.
I am human...
not all I will ever be,
nor victim of momentary whims.

I can�t seem to leave my yesterdays behind;
I don�t want to.
Although, I must confess I have tried
for the sake of sanity,
for the sake of healing,
for the sake of reconciling feelings
with painful thoughts.

When the sun sets (not on my ..anymore... yet, I know it�s shinning somewhere)
not over me, or in me, nor caressing my back,
or playing with my hair
I can�t seem to leave my yesterdays behind.

I know I am able to, or so it seems at times,
but I don�t want to let go of The Love ...
Love that I once failed to love with all six senses.
Experience under my skin that has brought changes;
awareness that reaffirms the love I some day
thought was spendable despite my heart�s cry.

Now and forever, I know for a fact

I want to hold on to The Love...
Love that has kept me strong and has intensified
my inner power, helping me grow-
so rapidly it moves through my veins
and feeds my heart.
Love engraved in my soul.

I want to hold on to The Love
complex-filled, challenging in every word, ever thriving,
always living never surviving, courageous, fierce Love.

The Love that wears its heart on its sleeve.

The Love without restrictions, conditions, nor spite;
that loves me despite my flaws and holds on forever to our victories
because it understands they are ours.

The Love that will never stop loving;
that liberating, overpowering, visionary, empowering love.

I want and need Love to be in-love with me.
I want to hold on to The Love,
to my yesterdays
joy and error-filled
because they give meaning to today
and mark the steps for tomorrow.

I want to hold on to the smiles, to the joyful sighs, to that kiss...
uuuum... to his kiss, to that kiss he poured on me.

I want to hold on to those hands that intertwined with mine,
Sometimes leading the way.

I want to hold on to those arguments that made me think; made me feel;
made me grow.

I want to hold on to those eyes that share the world,
heart and soul
of a man- so divine
that making love was timeless.

I want to hold on to The Love, to love, to my love
because I know
I won�t Love
this way again;
and it feels so intrinsically good, despite the pain.
I know that only I can Love him this way.
I want to hold on to my yesterdays.

I have a vision that will not allow Love to perish.
Today,
I claim my yesterdays as my present-future, Loving Love today
and forever more.