My Love Is…

My love is strong and persistent. My natural inclination is to be a solid pillar of a friend for the special ones I let into my circle. If I commit to you, I’ll sacrifice my time, health, energy, and belongings keeping that promise. I’m bound by my word because I know what it’s like to be let down. I know what it’s like to have your expectations crash to the ground. I refuse to ever put someone else through that which I’ve been dealt. I could never wish on someone else the pain that I have felt.
My love is loyal and stubborn. If I have chosen you then surrender. Love me back, love me true. Let loving me be the best thing that happened to you. I know some secrets, I’ve seen some flaws, and I still love you. I love it all. I want to give you all of that for which I’ve been anticipating. My ears, my eyes, my time, and my attention on you – validating. I know what it’s like to feel like second best. I know what it’s like to feel hunger in my chest. I don’t want you to ever have to feel alone. I could never stand by and watch someone do you wrong.
My love is heavy and my memory serves. If I give part of myself to you, reflect back what I deserve. I cannot stand pretense, lies, or selfish games. I cannot stand injustice or see dreams set to flames. My heart is fragile, having been broken and glued; later torn at the edges then mended and soothed. I will not tolerate disrespect. I will not enable you to hurt me… I know how that feels, to be a victim of my own defenses. Wounding myself retreating emotions blinding my senses. I could never let you hurt me and hate yourself later. I could never wish for you to know me if it’s not helping you.
My love is constant and unashamed. I love you with all of me come hail, wind, and rain. But if you knowingly cross me, a stab-through-the-heart type betrayal… I’m immediately searching inside to find: where did I fail? But I must not internalize a choice that you may decide to make. What you do is on you, the blame is not mine to take. I know how it feels to carry the weight of someone else’s blunders; I have to remind myself that I am nobody’s Savior.
My love is the echo of the silent cries of a neglected little girl longing for her father
My love is the hope of an Abba who is everything my dad never was
My love is the faith that frees me through repentance
My love is the courage to grant forgiveness
My love is a reflection of what Christ daily gives to me.
Holy reconciliation and peace.
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About Keila Harris

An MBA graduate with an unparalleled ability to keep a team focused on the goal with clear deliverables to produce for specific results. I am a self-starter. I began a nonprofit organization in 2012 called the DBMH Project, Inc. and then authored a book as well. I love the intersection of business and technology and solving problems alongside colleagues dedicated to their work. I like to focus on growth strategies through SMART goals and accountability. I believe power is in the execution of constant learning and open, humble self-improvement. Therefore I read incessantly and expand my network at every opportunity. #PayItForward #SuccessIsTheJourney

2 responses to “My Love Is…”

  1. Jerry Rodgers says :

    You are a gifted writer. Are you writing a book?

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