Fearless Flirt's blog: "Poem I wrote for a friend!!"

This prayer that I say tonight Is for my spouse who must fight for you see, he is away from me Keeping his country safe and free This is the one that I love And so I ask you Lord above Please keep him safe while under way and bring him home to me someday While he is gone, please hear my prayer And let him know I will be there Waiting for him upon the pier Hoping and praying with some fear This prayer is not for him alone But for all military far from home I ask you to keep them safe and sound On their way to where their bound We love these men (and women) that are asked to fight So, keep them safe for us tonight.

Love is both pleasure and pain, joy and sorrow. It has long been held that what you can love, can hurt you, in almost equal reciprocity. The more you love, the more you can get hurt. The more you love, the more you stand to lose. Yet the point of love is not to clam up, to refrain from ever loving. Each and every person has the potential to love so deeply, so strongly, with such passion and intimacy, with romance, and to receive back the joy of that same love. The truth is, the joy of love is so much greater than joy that can be derived elsewhere. Money does not give joy. Material wealth does not give joy. It gives convenience, yet often takes away love. How many rich people seek so hard and far for love, yet never find it. Sex does not give joy, unless it is enjoyed as a part of love. Loveless sex would make one feel as empty as a broken earthernware pot. Love is given to be reciprocated, because in that reciprocity lies its joy and pleasure. If you love someone who does not love you back, you will know sorrow, sadness, perhaps anger and frustration.( Think now of how the Lord God would feel.) Yet if you love, and have that love given back, you would bask in that light, and feel the immense value of love. Yet in all the love we hold, we must never lose that child-like innocence that God granted us when we were born. Through life, we may love deeply, and often be hurt with rejection, feel sorrow and anger. But never be afraid to love, because only then can we find the one true love of a lifetime. Love is more than that. It is trust and belief, flavoured with romance and passion and intimacy, tempered with time experience and wisdom, and left to stew, ages well with time to taste of a fine bouquet that never runs dry.

What is a friend? I will tell you. It is a person with whom you dare to be yourself. Your soul can be naked with him. He seems to ask of you to put on nothing, only to be what you are. He does not want you to be better or worse. When you are with him, you feel as a prisoner feels who has been declared innocent. You do not have to be on your guard. You can say what you think, so long as it is genuinely you. He understands those contradictions in your nature that lead others to misjudge you. With him you breathe freely. You can avow your little vanities and envies and hates and vicious sparks, your meannesses and absurdities and, in opening them up to him, they are lost, dissolved on the white ocean of his loyality. He understands. You do not have to be careful. You can abuse him, neglect him, tolerate him. Best of all, you can keep still with him. It makes no matter. He likes you. He is like fire that purges to the bone. He understands. You can weep with him, sin with him, laugh with him, pray with him. Through it all - and underneath - he sees, knows and loves you. A friend? What is a friend? Just one, I repeat, with whom you dare to be yourself.

What is a friend? I will tell you. It is a person with whom you dare to be yourself. Your soul can be naked with him. He seems to ask of you to put on nothing, only to be what you are. He does not want you to be better or worse. When you are with him, you feel as a prisoner feels who has been declared innocent. You do not have to be on your guard. You can say what you think, so long as it is genuinely you. He understands those contradictions in your nature that lead others to misjudge you. With him you breathe freely. You can avow your little vanities and envies and hates and vicious sparks, your meannesses and absurdities and, in opening them up to him, they are lost, dissolved on the white ocean of his loyality. He understands. You do not have to be careful. You can abuse him, neglect him, tolerate him. Best of all, you can keep still with him. It makes no matter. He likes you. He is like fire that purges to the bone. He understands. You can weep with him, sin with him, laugh with him, pray with him. Through it all - and underneath - he sees, knows and loves you. A friend? What is a friend? Just one, I repeat, with whom you dare to be yourself.

I feel your smile, Deep down in my heart. I feel your sincerety, As I have from the start. I feel your desires, It touches me inside. I feel your dreams, 2 you cannot divide. I feel your needs, As I have them too. I feel your wants, I know I need you. I feel your strength, Without your touch. I feel your power, Sometimes, just too much. I feel your closeness, Yet, your so far away. I feel your lonliness, Soon to be gone one day.

You know there are times in our lives, When we need a special friend. A friend that will understand and care for us, A friend that will be there 'til the end. The friend that always stands by us, Through the good and bad times we overcome. The only true friend to help us make decisons, The once voice we all hear beyond the sun. The friend that guides us through the day, And helps us to sleep at night. The friend we wake to each morning, that makes our day so bright. The friend that walks beside us, And shows us to not hate but love. The friend that makes our lives complete, That friend is the Lord above. He will always be there for us, cuse he cares a great deal. He is the one to turn to , For it is he who mends us to heal. "So" Always know you have a friend, No matter where you are. He is always watching and guiding, For He is our one true shining star.