DanceofSorrows
Joined: 29 Aug 2004
Posts: 2837
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Yeah this is love
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Ok I got my glasses that I don't really need for this, but I' m sitting down
unable to contain all the words within 1/3 of a memory
because that is what time does... and I can't even blame age for something
that has always been somewhat thimble...my memory
though at this age...I found the good side of it rather than kicking myself harder than needs be
and I am watching you get all excited about our little weekend getaway
talking about every little detail while folding our clothes for tomorrow
holding up the tank tops you bought today for us for summer
“Gray one...blue one, green top with collar, the polka dot blouse...Hey Look!”
hehe and I am in the mist of both...looking and writing
“and this one is for work”
I like the old Navy tee shirt we can both wear
and still being a stinker writing as you hold up everything
feeling the twist of my head like rusted metal as I try to type
and finally you ask...”what are you writing?”
as you try on new clothes for me
so I call you over to read and we both laugh
and you see
...oh wait you are trying on another top
pause...smile
You see my love,
I wish to record every single moment as clear as they come
but what is good about this...
is that our life is so fluid with good
and well
it is one of those things I don't need as much memory for
which is my weakness anyway
and I feel the manna coming down
like a miracle
and I feel the substance of faith proclaiming a reality I had once doubted
what do I say...I am normally a doubter
a circumstantial spirit of a past I thought bold to proclaim in the knowledge of just that
the past
but now,
I am shaken up
I am walking on water
and have been since we met
yet it is so much stronger today than ever
I don't know
I am only the schmuck, the happy schmuck that does not know how or why it happened to me
but I don't care how or why anymore
I am not the poet anymore to define faith and hope
I have learned it is just to big and beyond reason for any of us
maybe all I can say is that it happens
like someone screaming they won the lotto
the lotto that they play, and hope they win, but expects not to win
but hopes they win...one day
but expects not to
because they didn't in the past
that one in a million chance...
I love you
and I love you
and I am sorry for another stupid love poem
but geez, I love you
for no other reason than you being you
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