Wait just one minute

I don't know if I would call this a poem or merely letters from my heart that seem to make sense.
In general; trivializing and loving in the meantime, while you figure it out.
Our lord says how hard can it be to share the love with me?
I know that it feels like healing forever.
Life isn't nothing if it born from a boulevard unless you revert.  Somewhere out there past the crying stars beyond, I ask how hard can it be to feel forever?
Then settles the black hole which never rest and seemingly as the pretext suggest never rest.
Oh but she's going to change me by changing me? That poetry to us screams the swan she came from him.