Resurrection-the aftermath

Love is a loaded word they say
so it is.
love is four letter lie they say
for some, it is.
But for its neither loaded not is it a lie.
its a fantasy and its my life
this life seems to cherish this feeling
Im reborn and Im stronger cos of it
Yesterday seems so far away
I walk on the grass and listen to the birds
Merry and content with their day
I gaze around and believe
That I'm alive
alive, again to fight
alive again to live
Love has weakened my soul
But it always lost its power
Now Im aware of the injury it could cause to us
So its powerless and therefore my slave
We co-exist, overtakin me at tyms.. and myself controling the emotion
With a lot of the others
The person I am is still the very same
She is just armed with more forgiveness and faith
Hope; she believes that she can be together with him
One day..
He replies, 'maybe someday will come.'
Will it??
nobody knows
god veiling the secret from his messengers, the angels, my friends
protecting it to surprise him and me
will their be an 'us'?
these questions are numerous. and He alone knows the answers.
'follow the direction', an angel of a familiar face tells me, 'maybe you should just trust Him'
she convinces me into not giving into any temptation.
I thank God for delivering me, once again.
Im no longer dead and Im much more agile
I"ll count on you dear lord, I pray and
A shower of light descends upon me.
I tell myself, this love will last a life time;
As I walk home, Christ smiles approvingly.