The thought’s can run out of your mind, when you think of the word LOVE.
I’m not talking about the words I LOVE YOU.
But a different LOVE.
I wanted to know LOVE.
But I was too over excited, to feel the gentle touch of LOVE, deeply cutting down trees of wood.
Burning ambers, lighting desires of burning passion, for more of this knowledge called life.
I wanted more!
It craved me like a drug.
She talked to me, telling me she could fulfill my raving thoughts of life soon to be past gone.
I responded with a caveman mentality “Huh!”
That was the new language, and the primal instinct to repopulate the earth, stood more to rage terror of those whom may have tried to get me.
Man was I surprised by the shocked look now implanted on her forehead free for all to see the dismay she now felt.
Disappointed beyond belief.
But the response that she gave puzzled me.
Nope is wasn’t like the average answers, you would get from the average situations we face in life.
She smiled.
“Maybe I’ll dream about the day when I can fully LOVE you.” Was her answer.
My lips parted, and I begged deep inside that she would say,” today is the day she dreamed of.”
For it was not this evening.
Nor did she say, "Maybe I’ll reach for you again, and live in you and be free".
Just to be able to breath her deep once again.
She smiled and simply said "Maybe it’s up to you, Just maybe if you have the key".
That love is like no other I have gotten to known of this earth.
For only one other love, has shown us all, how to love like we should do all the time.
She watched my way's and learned, so now she was preparing me for better days to come.
The day when I would miss her love.
It was around the bend.
That day came all too soon for me.
Like a bad habit I kept repeating the same old mistakes trying to open that box.
Never thought she would notice my eye shift, but the tiny hint of
mistrusted good works turned colder, as the days turned longer.
I soon feel victim to a new tune, being played like a harp.
Being better, to make a new me, seemed impossible.
Life is funny like that sometimes.
It comes and goes, but her love never left my side, even when I had left her's.
I was man shooting his life, on a table, like a game of pool.
Each move is a new decision, or position to move to.
I had plenty of holes left and down to my last two balls.
I thought to myself now what.
Something so little as a wrinkle, or line, or crack showed no emotion on a face drenched with lessons, of inspiration dedicating something so simple as LOVE.
She hid it all away from me.
she put it in a box for safe keeping.
Yet did not put it up on a shelf.
She smiled tears of pain, as she put it in my hands.
Her words simply said.
“I gave it to you free and open.”
She wanted to make sure I knew that it was my actions that caused the lid to fall close.
For it was my actions that released the beast of dispare and loneliness.
For only my actions could set things right again.
"I don't have the key, remember I gave it to you when we first met."
I thought that i knew where it was, but somewhere down the line, during life issues,i forgot about the box, and the lock, now i cant even remember the code or where I hid the key.
She said if you want that special gift in the box, you will have to work hard at opening the box on my own.
But she wasn't that far away with her mouth to remind me that I was lost at times.
And the words of love stop falling from her lips.
She went everyday about her chores while i tinkered away with that box.
Sometimes i presented her with the doings that i had done, but her love stood strong for me, and passionate about her hearts desire to meet the one who could open the box.
The puzzle opened with works not words, for words can easily misguide you, and emotions don't always care about you.
So searching for a key was useless, when the whole time I was the key.
Nothing I spoke about made sense to her.
And to search for a item I had the whole time was foolishness.
It was potential that made the key.
The key to open the box.
A key to unlock the world as we see it.
The key to her love.
Now you know.
Go find your key.
Sincerely
Ken Gandy
Merry Christmas.
