Hello, I think it's time. We need to talk. About where we've been. In ourselves; with each other.
And how much have we invested in one another. Because of time will tell. Where we're going to end up. In life.
Of; Us. If not together. Then apart.
But first, allow the listeners. To start off.
In recognizing a compilation. By both Deborah Cox & RL. Two amazing human artists. That time brought together. In accomplishing; one mission.
Through their musical lyrics. In song. Of musical rights. Created a visual Landscape. For others to watch.
In what ingredients are necessary. To emotionally understand. There is art; in how. We express;
What is love & it's language.
But not before: we test all the ingredients. Just to see. What mix.
Is first recognizing. What's on our list. Of; meeting one another's. Human expectations.
Because the ingredients; must blend right.
Where two people; align together. Even during the; process. Time is necessary. For the final; presentation.
In order to know. What happens After the blending & mixing is done.
What's next. On the agenda.
For each other. In the next batch.
Do we plan Before and after; the life experience.
Has been fully sampled. Both mentally, physically & spiritually.
Because the same; recipe should always blend. Like it did at the beginning.
Are did we both; learn something new. About the process.
In ourselves. While mixing the recipe. Took preparation & patience. With each other. Throughout the process.
The main ingredient; time. Of what we both needed.
Because everyday; time teaches us. Either we figure out the recipe. Between each other. Are whether it's Us. That no longer mix. According to the ingredients.
I remember at the age of 22. It was a time of; learning more about myself. While blending in each other. And where does love align in the ingredients. And After 20 years. Of the same recipe. Out of the blue; the ingredients changed.
If only I reread. What was written. And eventually I took the heartache & gave it back to God. After that last phone call. 'You need to find someone to love you'. Unfortunately time did not; have a recall on our expired ingredients.
And for all those buckets. Filled with years of tears. I stored up. A type of love. That Only God; needed possession back. To lock & store that key away.
To protect; on earth. What was not properly handled with; patience, attention & love.
In reality time records every detail of our life.
If only; communication was in bolder print. Because over time. The expiration date. Will be determined. In what was over looked. In each other.
Where it's filled up; in storage. The heart.
Before the mind. Catches up. To the expiration date. Requiring attention. To what Portion. Is necessary to be disregarded. Of what now Rest; in silence.
The history, we Once shared. In a time; during our human experience.
