In the annals of romance, a man must be grandiose
Virtuous, honorable, desirable, or perhaps a Ghost
Adolescence think that love means you're hot to please
Love comes from the heart, or in between your knees
In films we have heroes, and ones who are just, not
Kill the villain, screw a girl, not with any thought
Yet we hear nuances sung, of love that got away
No comparison to permanence, where life's the great entre'
This is love.
Your face was beautiful, your body, he desires
Then it's gone, the work of radiated fires
Where you had lips that had plush and control
Now lies two flaps of skin, covering a hole
Every morning, when he wakes up turns and says
Our love will last to the end of our days
Kissing with passion where your mouth had been
Saying you 're beautiful, not just wife and friend
You remember times, when the preference was to die
He washes your body and soul, with, " You've got to try. "
Gone was the loveliness that had entranced
Gone was the balance that allowed for dance
Gone were the teeth that in passion had nipped with delight
Gone, beloved dreaming of his cherished love rites
He saw a body so swollen from pills
Scalp without hair, should have given him chills
In of all this, turned not from that horrid face
Saying we'll get through this, bad dreams he gave chase
Six years, gone by, they say I've recovered
He is still here, my dear friend and lover
Lessons in love, not easily returned
Choose once, choose right, love will be learned
Author notes
He is the love of my life, no saint, but a hero that in spite of everything will protect me and mine. He has cared for me, encouraged me, and givenme a great return to life. He cleaned my backside, when I was too sick to get out of bed, and still tells me everyday he loves me. He forgets birthdays, including his, but he never forgets our anniversary. Kids this is love.
As for me when all my dreams of business success were about to be fulfilled, he became very, very ill, and the money I had put away for my business, saved his life. Love is sacrifice with no regrets. Suicide is never an option when love is true. Today's insurmountable obstacle is tomorrow's stepping stone. Learn to laugh. Never go to bed angry. Pride is the purveyor of lies and discontent.
A contest entry
- You Are The Love Of My Life. by Poetryintheblood.
900 points, ended November 4, 19 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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This is just beautiful and so touching to read, and yes I do believe that is true love, thank you for sharing and good luck, Josie
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Amen, Scribe. Tell it often and tell it well, as you have done herein. Good luck in the contest, Sweetie. 
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All is true Anne
It is a true love when there is thought nothing left to love. Hard to believe what my wife has done for me. True love...
Take care Sis
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