Lies and Truth

Unseen to the naked eye,
Tears we never cry,
And dreams which never fly,
Strangled till they nearly die,
All because we accept the lie,
And believe in our lack of value,
That we are tarnished, not new,
That nothing we might do,
Is veritable or true,
Yet the truth, God loves you.

Time's Stride

Time never stops,
It never drops,
Or ever fails,
Despite how often humans rail,
Against its passage,
And Many a poetic passage,
Has been written about its stride,
Its pace, unceasing in its ride,
The endless ages,
Compassing the pages,
Of Times diaries,
And so I patiently await the day,
When this distance will pass away,
But till this moment,
We must cherish each second sent,
As a present from heaven,
Upon all men,
Immersed in each day,
Till you once more lay,
In my arms,
Fair maiden of matchless charms.