When we splash soapy water on each other
While we wash the dishes together after a candlelit dinner...
When our playful wrestling matches become
Uncoordinated groping and gentle tickles and unplanned kisses...
When we walk through a park, the kids running in front of us,
And instinctively know we both want to hold hands...
When we simply gaze at each other for a second
And have held entire conversations with that single glance...
When we go grocery shopping together,
And we stop in the middle of an aisle and you push back against me,
And you smile knowingly as, whoa, you feel a growing bulge...
Ah, these are the moments when we realize,
When it dawns on us
That, hey, we're happy,
That all the meandering was worth it,
That the struggles and bouts with sense and reason and emotion
Were really just a test
That we passed with aplomb...
This is the fuel that drives me,
This
The only reason I have
To wake each morning,
To breathe, to take food and drink,
To allow my virtuous heart to beat, to circulate
The blood that's filled with thoughts of you...
This is the goal, and sole purpose
Of my life.
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Written November 6th, 2003
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you opened up your feelings in this poem. a lot of people don't do that. thank you for sharing!
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Excellent
Again, I am jealous of your wife, Pilate! Loved this one, too. That's why I keep you around...on my favorites list I mean. LOL
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What a beautiful expression of love. Holding on to the simple things that mean so much, like the silent conversations that only two in love can know.
A wonderful write and a pleasure to read,
Gypsy
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ahh, this was sweet. something i definatly needed to read. I'm struggling in finding the reason for holding onto the one I love. It's selfish for me to hold on to him now when what I want can't be attained. But its in those moments, those moments that he holds me, looks at me, even laughs at me that I remember. Why I love him, and why I am with him...
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indeed it is dear poet, a romantic prelude to a life of bliss with that special someone.....
peace be with & blessed be;
shaggy wolf
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