There are early years you fall in love. It's vibrant fresh and overwhelming. You learn to love and lose. Hurting along the way. Later your willing to hold on to someone. Afraid that your creating a pattern of failure. No your not the problem. It is those that take your open heart, and drank of the sweet nectar contained. Running after they quenched their thirst. Your left open wounded not sure what happened. You were only being yourself. Strong. Well Grounded. Kind. Lovely. Sweet. Sincere. An oasis found in this waste land of time. Passerby come but all can't drink of you. Those that you allow in take your drink of love for granted. They misunderstand that you were seriously caring for and about them. Their intentions were not true. They were out to desert you. They were being selfish. Then as time moves over you. You grow somewhat bitter. It should be expected. You don't want to be used. Neglected. Taken for granted. Can't any one see. The beauty that be you. They are blind in one eye, can't see out the other. To not be able to see the treasure you have to offer. Tarnished as it may. I can see the glow beneath the stains of your tears. They swell around you. Where are the others. Well we see you, but you can't see us. Brush those others aside. They are blinding your vision and crowding the room. You can't see the forest for the trees. Grow old with me. Enjoy my time. It's all that comes and I have. I sell it to the employ. I lose it by myself. Then it's over and we go to our grave. I hope while I'm here. You see me my dear. I'm standing right here behind the crowd. Waving patiently in wait. I hope you find me. Look beyond those trees. To have your heart held by my grace.