If it had
Been up to
Me I’d never
Had picked you
Not because you’re
Not good enough
But because I’m
Not good enough
But oh when
I saw you
You’re all that
I ever saw
Not just with
My eyes but
With my heart
That’s why I
Want to ask
You this question
Please marry me
Recognizing wants isn’t
Enough giving to
Those that ask
Isn’t either for
Most ask for
What they want
Ignoring their needs
Generosity is temporary
Kindness on the
Other hand speaks
The language of
Love cutting through
The selfishness of
Wants be kind
To someone who
Expects nothing and
Fill their needs
Silently without fanfare
This is godliness
And once upon
A time there
Was a great
Oak tree mighty
And strong with
A canopy so
Large that it
Gave shadow to
A 200 head
Herd every afternoon
And in its
Thicket of leaves
One could hear
Delicate giggles as
The early Autumn
Wind blew there
Prompting the browning
Leaves to jump
Like children atop
Wooden sleds landing
Down below or
Even far away
As Winters first
Snow danced like
Drunken revelers swirling
And teasing there
Remained one last
Leaf above clinging
To its branch
Thinking that it
Had been forgotten
When in truth
All it was
Was different and
Being different is
By far the
Loneliest thing in
The world when
Viewed by others
When in fact
Being that one
Last leaf alone
Gave it a
Freedom to be
Itself uniquely strong
Being different requires
That much strength
To hold on
I suggest living
By this principle
Give until it
Hurts and then
Give some more
Love until it
Hurts and then
Too love some
More expect nothing
In return besides
The opportunity for
That opportunity is
Your path to
Riches of Heaven
Lately I’ve felt
Like the last
Peach in the
Bowl well past
My prime my
Juiciness retreating into
My flesh making
Me tough bruised
And mealy far
Less desirable than
Those remaining plump
But even unlucky
Fruit’s fortune changes
Being at last
Included in a
Zesty fruit salad
Just like life
In our prime
We are robust
Yet longing to
Be picked until
At last we
Learn that being
Included in something
Grand is far
More satisfying than
Being something rare
