Unconditional Love. 

 

Your stuck inside your head. 

The walls torched and dead. 

From the pain you felt so long ago.

You’re the woman that can still glow. 

 

You glow as bright as the flame of sun. 

You dance through the pitch dark night.

Almost as if your battle has been won. 

 

Your stuck inside your head. 

The beauty of self-love laid rest in your rusted bed. 

Rust from tears ! 

The very tears that filled your soul through your younger years. 

Wasted thought ? ..... yes..., 

But thought none the less. 

 

Your imagination is love! 

It’s what gives you the flight to be as free as the dove! 

 

Here it comes again! 

 

Your stuck inside your head. 

The walls torched and dead. 

From the pain you felt so long ago. 

You’re the woman that can still glow. 

 

Open your mind and run free from  the pain that grows like mold.

 

It will only spoil your heart and turn it into an wrinkled old. 

An old that thinks back on the long lost years. 

 

An old that wishes away all the rustic stained tears. 

 

An old that is reminded through thought of her slide show of fears. 

 

Wasted thought ? ....Yes..., 

But thought non the less. 

 

There is but one element that can save her soul. 

It will restore her thought and make her whole. 

She just needs to be filled with a love that makes her heart full. 

 

She needs to be filled with a love that she has never seen or tasted. 

It’s a love that many seek on their life long journey , but always find it wasted. 

 

The love is drunk. 

The love is greed. 

The love is vain. 

The love is pain. 

 

A vicious cycle of acts flushed down a lonely lost drain. 

 

One day she will see it clear as day. 

Her heart filled with love as she drives to the bay . 

She looks to her right and sees wonderful skies. 

Skies so blue they wink at her with surprise as she’s driving away from the devil’s slide. 

 

But what about me ! 

What about my wasted thought ! 

Surely you can see all my pain burn into a flame so hot ! 

 

It’s an ugly canvas that the world shouldn’t see ! 

They only can see if I am labeled a size three! 

 

His skies so blue they wink at her. 

She feels the warmth of a love so fair. 

 

His words of unconditional love...

 

Love not drunk. 

Love no greed. 

Love not vain.

Love no pain. 

 

For you glow as bright as the sun. 

Your pain is mine until your breath is none. 

The walls in your head will never be dead. 

I will scrap the rust off your lonely bed.

Your tears will fall but I will catch them first. 

I will plant them in soil and watch them burst. 

Into beautiful life that feeds my soul . 

I will keep you safe until we are grey and old. 

For on that day you will be an old ! 

An old that thinks back on her long full years. 

An old that loved all her rustic stained tears. 

An old that is reminded through thought of her slide show of cheer. 

 

Wasted thought ?   .... no.....

 

I just can only think of one type of love. It’s an act of true beauty. The act of  Unconditional love. 

 

By Timothy David Ashe.