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.