My Saving Grace

If there is anything I know to be destined, what is destined to be, as my destiny,

it is my very prophecy, my humanity finding divinity,

it is morally not mortally; or more of me,

but my mortality to deprive me to be deprived to be, revised to be,

as you and me, see with you I am living this fantasy, a thing they call destiny,

and without you, will be the death of me,

there is no me, without you with me,

because of the cause for applause that never hits pause,

when I am in the grip of your mother bear paws,

so safe within them with those ruthless claws,

to defend me from them who condemn,

because in our life there is none called laws,

it is just us, you and me and the cross,

when we came across each other; felt the toss into each of us together;

that healed all loss from being apart of one another,

the fantasy that is so surreal; every day with you is another day living this dream, like my own fairy tale, my own princess far far away, but these tell no tales,

when the breath exhales, and expels love into the air,

when I say; I can’t wait until you are here to bare, the love and care,

that I have held-on to, waiting for to stare and glare,

into the priceless precious gift, to have me in a swift uplift; that is so damn rare, because soon is not so far away, and in a way, it is not that many months to stay, to wait until may, when the dismay of patience will be shown,

in the worth of our resilience, when the time we had to feel the slay,

the slaughter of being away from the future mother of my daughters,

and the woman who makes me a father;

the one who takes my life higher and further;

furthermore than I ever thought before, past the moon in the sky so far,

past the furthest star, into the abis afar; into the galaxy where I see,

into the look I see visibly; when I look into your eyes, because what I see,

is the truth in where my future lies, as I lay where I may, right by your side, waiting until that day, that day in may,

when you come my way; come to stay, forever,

is not that far away, forever, is coming in may. I love you, I cannot wait to have you, to see your heart sway,

when you feel the same way, to have my lips pressed gently against yours,

and your hips pulled firmly towards me,

with my hands that grips into the wits of our remits,

when we fit into the throne we sit, side by side, hip to hip, lips to lips,

and eyes to see past the demise of disguise in the world we revise,

when we look and see, the love of eternity; the pure divinity of purity;

in purely love in each others eyes. When we, realize, we, were meant to be,

Eternal. Not Mortal. Our fairy tale to tell the story as we sail,

through time and space in the winds that carry our wings,

into the binding circular things,

that has us bonded and bounded with golden rings; when the fat lady sings;

we made our place, we finished first place, we, won the race,

we took the right pace to reach the love lace, of being face, to face.,,

Oh, how you are my grace, my saving grace,

oh, my amazing grace,

“amazing grace, how sweet the sound,

that saved the wretch,

like me, I once was lost, but now I am found,

was blind, but now I see”,

visibly truthfully the truth for me is, that you were always meant to be my Miss.

My own Mrs, Reimer, to The One Choice Rhymer,

the one known as Troyce D. Reimer, who’s life could never be finer,

because I Finally Found Her… She is, Everything; all I ever dreamed she would be, she is the missing part of me, completely incomparably;

that’s my heart and soul with the spirit to mold my heart of cold,

that sold to old ways, into the gold that stays. Priceless stone, my very rib; my missing bone.

Poetry Written By:

PeoplesPoetryProject

3P aka ~Troyce D. Reimer

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