So delicate and sweet, and yes, mushy! Aren’t all love poems supposed to be exactly that? 🙂
There is bliss found in your open and welcoming arms.
It is possible this fairy tale is not a lie.
Time will tell, giving up your secrets, showing the truth.
The first crack in this loving picture makes an appearance.
Another blow delivered to the illusion of perfection in matrimony.
I’m tired of your strengthening love making me feel weak.
My building annoyance and your anger force a petty showdown.
Geez, here we go again, “another one bites the dust!”
Story of my life – first happy, then angry, now sad.
Time to pick up the pieces and find some balance.
the one is an illusion
pick and choose best parts
I want my words
to hold truth
that unfolds in your heart
I want you to feel
the love in the volumes
which I speak
I want you to understand
this is all that
a sanctuary, a home, a life
I want you
Of all the things I left behind,
I miss the promises the most. You said…
… we’d have a future of unending kisses,
embraces, and stability.
You dangled sweetness
making it seem possible
there was nothing more to fear.
… I deserved all the loving gestures and smiles.
You had me bubbling with joy,
planning a future.
Committing to a lifetime
of being grounded.
… ours was the greatest connection.
You filled me with passion,
left me hungering for more,
As if I could trust you.
… you would show me a love I’d
never had before.
I’d be safe.
I’d be calm
because it was real.
I was naive and young.
And I was wrong.
The ugliness which brought me here
finally revealed itself,
shattering those promises.
Now, I start over.
I come to you willingly
offering my being
watch as I flourish with you
healing myself and you
with our love
I melted into your arms
to flow freely
through your veins
emanating through your pores
to cover your essence with mine
Two, still separate
blending and deciding
was a better formula
We intertwined our lives
to nurture what was to come
a future filled with goodness
being strong as one
To all who choose the path of matrimony –
I know you want your dreams to come true, have your happiness magnified and gain comfort as a result. Let me be the first to say – hope you’ll be the first to achieve it.
So let me wish you a marriage as tumultuous as a 3 am trot to the bathroom – predictable and uneventful. And may you have a sex life as exciting as being the survivor of slasher movies – adrenaline surging and you come out on top.
Good luck, good love and let’s hope karma is bullshit.
Deserving spectacular, with you I’m not.