See The Years? - (Explored!)
Can you see the years?
There are fifty of them in this face. Some hard ones, and some not quite so bad. Some fat ones, and a lot of lean ones, barely scraping by. But they are all here on this face, every single one of them. They appear in many places.
Can you see the years in every wrinkle on my face? Each wrinkle comes from a worry, a tough lesson, a lost love, a heartache or a heartbreak. There are many of them, but each one was a building block of character in whom I would eventually become. Each crease a reminder of the things I have done, or the things I have left undone. Each line a visible mark of the consequence of my choices.
Can you see the years in each grey hair upon my face? They did not just magically appear overnight. They come with the hurt of losing a friend, the sadness of being misunderstood, the longing for love that will never be. They come with each and every hardening of my heart, a stone laid in place to close off the outside world from reaching the wounded heart inside me.
Can you see the years in my eyes? Behind the blue eyes lie the sorrows of my past. Failed friendships and marriages that haunt me constantly. The failures in past ventures and efforts, making me more calloused against the world, cynical by nature, reserved in sharing my true self with anyone.
Then came you. Your passion, your compassion, your kindness. These things have somehow vanquished the years from my face. Each line washed away like the footprints in the sand are washed away by the ocean's tide. Each grey hair restored to a brilliance like the sun breaking from behind the stormy clouds. Each sorrow and sadness washed away like rain, streaming like tears down my face. You have erased the years, and given me purpose and meaning - a reason for existence. You have broken down the stone walls around me given me room to run and grow. You have given me hope at the chance for love once again.
Can you see the years.....disappear?
~Dwayne
See The Years? - (Explored!)
Can you see the years?
There are fifty of them in this face. Some hard ones, and some not quite so bad. Some fat ones, and a lot of lean ones, barely scraping by. But they are all here on this face, every single one of them. They appear in many places.
Can you see the years in every wrinkle on my face? Each wrinkle comes from a worry, a tough lesson, a lost love, a heartache or a heartbreak. There are many of them, but each one was a building block of character in whom I would eventually become. Each crease a reminder of the things I have done, or the things I have left undone. Each line a visible mark of the consequence of my choices.
Can you see the years in each grey hair upon my face? They did not just magically appear overnight. They come with the hurt of losing a friend, the sadness of being misunderstood, the longing for love that will never be. They come with each and every hardening of my heart, a stone laid in place to close off the outside world from reaching the wounded heart inside me.
Can you see the years in my eyes? Behind the blue eyes lie the sorrows of my past. Failed friendships and marriages that haunt me constantly. The failures in past ventures and efforts, making me more calloused against the world, cynical by nature, reserved in sharing my true self with anyone.
Then came you. Your passion, your compassion, your kindness. These things have somehow vanquished the years from my face. Each line washed away like the footprints in the sand are washed away by the ocean's tide. Each grey hair restored to a brilliance like the sun breaking from behind the stormy clouds. Each sorrow and sadness washed away like rain, streaming like tears down my face. You have erased the years, and given me purpose and meaning - a reason for existence. You have broken down the stone walls around me given me room to run and grow. You have given me hope at the chance for love once again.
Can you see the years.....disappear?
~Dwayne