on a long solemnnight
in the middle of a southern summer
we sat underneath the moonlight
whispering in the dark
though a million words werewere never said
not one could be heard
over the sound of teardrops falling
into the dew soak grass
just when the shattering of two hearts
grew too much to bear
our minds started wondering
pondering what was said
searching for the right answers
to questions never asked
seeking what could have been
while watching what we had blow away
with the winds of heavy breaths
slowly we found ourselves hanging to every word
like reading the last chapter slowly
just trying to post pone the end
because when we run out of things to say
and goodbye can be said nomore
we are disappearing into the distance
like mist fading into the cooling air
soon there will only be memories
and the photographs that remain
cold comfort for an empty pillow
and the questions wrapped around my head
i just hope that you think of me
at least until the end of time
that you wont lose me like i lost you
on that solemn night
when the teardrops fell through the warm summer air
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry..
Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said
"When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."
Please send this to ten beautiful women you know today. If you do, something good will happen - You will boost another woman's self-esteem.
Loving is not when you run into someone when your old one has left you. It is about being able to heal and learn how to forget then eventually, fall in love again