Ode to A year of 'us'

I have tolled and tilled to no avail

Attempts to amaze, a heart afar

But my love and ache for you is mine

And none other can bear or try

They've failed me, as friends, or fiends?

Yet they, I cannot have to blame

For I know, my heart will not fail me,

Even on days as this

And now to give, I have not much

No gold or silvering offerings

Yet my heart I have, thumping for you

This and a promise of hearts I give

As long as it beats, I pray and will

That only for you and God to stay

proof

so... we argued about proof! to prove a point.

and it went on and on, round and round in circles about things that can be and things that cannot be. My logic a maze to her as hers is to me.

Can I be too fixed? Can one say I believe too hard in what I do believe in that I cannot see things any other way, their way, which is a proof of the level of belief in their way? Is it even a way?

Can the believe in lack of evidence be compared to belief in existence?

What is believing? and HOW do we get to the stage of believing? Where in this journey, does questioning come into being?

Can I believe and still probe? does the belief in a thing give it immunity of scrutiny?

I believe the things I choose not to question. I question the things I choose not to believe. Choose? Can I help myself?

Of lovers gone, she expanded on. Enlightening me of how blessed I am, the blessing being her, I should be thankful for. She fulfills so much in me, I don't want to question it. Yet, if I do, I am sure to find, holes and hill that I can't see around. Did I choose to believe? Choose?

November. It's a year in a few days. :). I am grateful... as she is. That I'm sure of.