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I Don't Know

By Jonathan Wikkins

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My love,     I don’t know           what this will mean,               nor           what it will bring,               to the rest of my life… These many months,     I have held onto you;           I have not released you                 from my heart as yet… Nor have you released me,     from yours either… I know what I feel     you have done for me,           and it was done,               out of love… The love     I must ask           for you               to release me from… For I must move on;     find that love,           find that happiness,               that you sacrificed yourself for… But I cannot,     for the love I feel from you,           will not allow it… Please release me;     please allow me,           to move on… I must also release     my love for you,           I do not know               how to do so… But I must,     even though I am unsure           if I am ready               to do so… For I cannot move on,     as long as I am in love,           with you… Someone else wishes     to feel that love;           to experience that love;               that you did for so long,                     with me… I do ask     that you continue,           to watch over me. Help me     whenever you can… Wait for me,     wait for us,           when we cross over               to the other side,                     where you are now… I know what I feel,     you have said to me… That I must be alone,     for a while… I haven’t been as yet… For you have been with me,     all these many months… I do not ask     that you leave totally;           just simply release me,               from the grip                     you have                         on my heart… Please allow me     to find me… I’m not sure     who that person is,           as yet… But that person,     is in there,           somewhere… But I do know this,     when I do find           who that person is… He will be strong,     self reliant,           and ready,               to do what                     you sacrificed yourself for… To fall in love,     totally,           once again… To give someone else     the opportunity,           you had for so long… The opportunity,     to find,           what happiness               really is… © Jonathan Wikkins December 6th, 2001 Revised February 10, 2008 All Rights Reserved Written December 6th, 2001 Revised February 10, 2008 © on Dec 05 2001 06:13 PM PST, David Michael Shurtleff   spiritual

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