Forgotten Love

i used to think so much about your love
longing for each day i can communicate with you

i used to stay up late at night writing you
expressing my joy for this wonderful feeling

i used to write poems about the inspiration i get from you
sheepish at such folly yet happy nonetheless

i used to talk about you with friends
sharing the kind of peace only you can give

i used to go to our special place
knowing you'd always be there ready to listen to anything i have to say

i used to to attribute every good thing - a sweet melody, the beautiful sunset, a smile from a stranger - to you
confident in the thought that somehow it was you who gave me those good things

i used to do a lot of things with you in mind
enjoying even the trivial things i do

you are my forgotten love

you whose love never changed despite my forgetfulness (i did forget about my love for you)
you whose love is far greater than anyone can give (didn't you give your only Son for me?)
you whose patience far exceeds everyone else's (you will always love people even those who hate you, right?)
you whose heart is far bigger than the universe (you are far bigger than the universe)
you whose forgiveness is unending and unconditional (need i say more?)
you whose gifts are always there but taken for granted (sorry i couldn't appreciate enough of your sunsets)
you who gave me this life and this love... (i only have humble gratitude for all that)