I was thinking...
I'd write you love letters with paper and pen.
I'd play guitar and sing to my heart's content every morning and every night.
I'd journal each day so as not to forget one moment of this life together.
I'd go to jazz and reggae clubs without reservation because I'm honestly there for the music.
I'd always have my camera so that I could capture those images that I'd otherwise see only once and inevitably have no one, at the time, to share it with.
I'd tell you I love you and this time you would hear me.
I'd ask for forgiveness and you would oblige.
I'd never miss a sunrise and would take time out to stare at the wonder of the sunset.
I'd think more and speak less.
I'd memorize the contours of your face and the texture of your laughs before you walk away from me.
I'd write my heart song so you could sing it with me.
I'd paint the pictures of my mind.
I'd tell stories that reveal truth and heal wounds.
I'd say those things of which I'm most afraid but most need to hear.
I'd ask with courage and faith those questions to which I know no earthly answer exists.
I'd stop toiling to my own avail and remember that one of the greatest gifts we have to give is our "touch". To touch one another physically, to touch each other's lives, to be touched and to receive touch--love.
I'd let You strip me naked of these grave clothes and clothe me as your bride--redeem me--redemption.
I'd let go of these insecurities and ignore the societal pressures and standards of beauty and acceptance.
I'd let go of my pride and let you inside.
I'd admit I'm afraid of the possibilities and so I write them off as impossible. I would in turn recognize the possibilities.
I'd rescue you if I could rescue myself.
I'd never worry if I could always remember Your in control--your footprints in the sand and my body in your hands.
I'd pray without ceasing if I could just get started.
Plane rides can give you too much time to think and just enough time to try to forget.
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