Love, Hope, Regret, Despair

By Andrew Todd Robinson

Everything contained on the pages herein
Comes from the heart and from within
I write what I feel, both good and bad
All of my emotions, both happy and sad
I thank all of the people who have motivated me
With their attitude of love or negativity
My inspiration comes from my heart
Both from when it was whole and broken apart
I truly thank you, the reader, for allowing me to share
My words of hope, love, regret, despair

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Feb 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781496968517

Andrew Todd Robinson

I am a warrior. I am a poet. I am a lover. I am a fighter. I am a chef. I am a maid. I am an artist. I am a writer. I am a singer. I am a dancer. I am a little boy, and I am a man. In touch with every aspect of myself—that is who I am. I know what I have to offer, And I know what I can give. I know what I want in my life And how I want to live. I will sometimes stumble And maybe even fall. Accept me for who I am, Or accept me not at all. I am a human being, And I do make mistakes. I always try to better myself, No matter what it takes. There is always a good reason For everything I do. I am who I am, Because of all I have been through. Please do not judge Based on what you think you see. Try to understand who I am. Make an effort to know me.

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Published by AuthorHouse 02/18/2015

ISBN: 978-1-4969-6852-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4969-6851-7 (e)

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Contents

Hope

Love

Regret

Despair

This is dedicated to my Father who is always there for me whether I realized I needed him or not,

and to my Mother that I never really had a chance to know.

Gayla Sue Odom

January 1950-October 1979

Everything contained on the pages here-in,

comes from the heart and from within

I write what I feel both good and bad,

all of my emotions both happy and sad.

I thank all of the people who have motivated me,

with their attitude of love or negativity.

My inspiration comes from my heart,

both from when it was whole and broken apart.

I truly thank you the reader for allowing me to share,

my words of….

HOPE, LOVE, REGRET, DESPAIR.

Hope

I am empty without you.

Going through life’s motions is all I do.

Just existing day to day.

Accepting whatever comes my way.

I only want us to be together.

A love that will last forever.

I am waiting for the day to arrive.

When I can start to live and not just survive.

A quiet still night in the mountain air,

my heart seems to not have a care.

My thoughts are of wonderous things,

that can happen between two human beings.

What is to come I do not know,

how will this realationship grow?

All I can do is let it be,

with patience I will soon see.

The water is peaceful, smooth, and still.

The night is quiet, brisk, and chill.

The stars are glowing and full of light.

It is a perfect and beautiful night.

I see the stars reflect in your eyes.

I can only guess at the thoughts that arise.

I do not know what you expect me to do.

I do what I feel is right by you.

Just tell me what you want from me.

Take the chance………..what will it be?

I do not know how to describe how I feel.

I only know that it is very real.

How can I make you understand?

How do I tell you my heart is in your hands?

I am afraid that I am going to tell you too much,

everytime you speak it is my heart that you touch.

Reguardless of how this makes you feel torwards me,

I had to tell you what I see.

I see the future of my heart within your eyes,

I see the joy we could have, and my heart cries.

Would you tell me exactly what you feel?

Will you tell me if this is real?

I have taken down the obstacles, barricades, and walls.

All of the past crumbles and falls.

Everything that blocked the way has been taken apart.

I have opened a path for you straight to my heart,

I invite you in to the inner most me,

My heart is open for only you to see.

Never have I been so open and bare,

Exposing myself like this I would never dare.

Opening my heart has not been in vain,

You have healed my heart and taken away my pain.

I can show you a love unlike anything that you know,

Over time it will do nothing but grow.

There is so much that I want to say,

But mere words are not the way.

I’m trying to express what is inside of me,

To open up all for you to see.

You have only seen a glimpse, a small little part,

Of the immense vastness that is my heart.

So