Sometimes I wondered how I met you.
Something just never seems right.
Someone always leaves fuming.
Somehow by the end of the night.
Maybe it's not meant to be.
Perhaps it's all for the best.
Often hating your face.
Lately I've wanted some space.
Sometimes I wish it did not take so long.
Something was just there that night.
Someone was adorably romantic.
Somehow I could not resist.
Maybe I forgot how to see.
Perhaps I should walk back and try.
Often wanting to hold on to you.
Lately I think its a crime.
I then remember this one tiny thing.
how a young little girl looked up
and in those two little eyes
and that one little heart
I fell headfirst
in love.
Author notes
OK then the section of the above listed poem I am going from is...
Marriage is not
a house or even a tent
it is before that, and colder:
the edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
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Comments
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I like how you decided to pick up the prompt poem at a certain point to act as a continuation and to show the doubts one can face but in the end see the struggle is worthwhile.
Interesting take on the prompt and thanks so much for entering the contest.
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At the desert's end...the oasis...after the hard journey...the life enhancing reward...I felt it.
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