Firsts

This cold is making me bitter.
I lose a little hope, a little faith everyday
I consider myself an optimist...most of the time
But days like these, days where all good is lost,
days where a baby crying tests every ounce of patience in my body, days when someone I hardly know asks me to wear myself thin, days when the woman who carried me dissapoints me once again...these are the days that my faith in love slips away. I consider myself an optimist above all, but sometimes I just can't feel it. I find it difficult not to curse my fate.... But enough of this whining...wait, love is still here, dwelling in me. My love is in Portland, in Chicago, in Denver, in tiny hands down the block. I BEG YOU please don't stop loving, if not for your own sake, then for my sanity. Show me how true you can be. I'll tell you every night.. This is my adage, my motto; please hear my cry. NO LIES. JUST LOVE.