I can't believe I am actually going to post this... however, here for your brutal blows and bruises is a poem about love. It's more then vaguely sweet in that sickening way 3rd graders write poetry. It is from this week's poetry assignment to write an Ode, which is nothing more then a poem focused on the exaltation of some theme, whether that be a person, object or idea. It's painfully cliched and hopelessly narrow in focus, but I kind of like it. I'll dedicate it to T & K, becausely they are so hopelessly in love the would probably enjoy this piece of cow drivle.
More then dimpled smiles and quiet sprinkle kisses,
No mere happenstance winks and near misses,
Love is no twist of fate but an architect’s blue print,
A not-always-perfect creation of functional beauty,
Momentary cruelty,
God and man sworn duty
To another and no other.
Love is no tossing of timid paper hopes to wind
With crossed fingers and cynical good lucks.
It’s every hug always and forever,
Cross my heart,
Til death do us part.
Love is what says “stay” when feelings fade
When there is no happy masquerade
And all that’s left is you and me.
And we will always be
Getting a bit better.
More then suspect handshakes
Contracts signed, sealed, delivered,
But best friends
With dividends
No need to make amends.
Ode to True Love
More then dimpled smiles and quiet sprinkle kisses,
No mere happenstance winks and near misses,
Love is no twist of fate but an architect’s blue print,
A not-always-perfect creation of functional beauty,
Momentary cruelty,
God and man sworn duty
To another and no other.
Love is no tossing of timid paper hopes to wind
With crossed fingers and cynical good lucks.
It’s every hug always and forever,
Cross my heart,
Til death do us part.
Love is what says “stay” when feelings fade
When there is no happy masquerade
And all that’s left is you and me.
And we will always be
Getting a bit better.
More then suspect handshakes
Contracts signed, sealed, delivered,
But best friends
With dividends
No need to make amends.
posted by Michael | 7:22 PM
5 Comments:
This is a quote that I picked up from somewhere??
True love doesn't come from finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
Interesting question... I wonder if any one person is capable of a happy marriage with just about any other person (as long as they weren't abusive) if they just learned what TRUE love is?
Choice, not feeling.
That is something I have maintained for a long time. While there are certainly "degrees of compatability", I think marriage requires that you think love can work with anyone. There often comes that point in any marriage where you think you married the most imperfect person on the planet, and it becomes about love. If it is based on anything else, isn't there a way out?
For this reason I am going to order a mail order bride... Love is a choice, right? :-)
Right! Especially if it's a mutual decision. If the mail order bride is down then I see no problem with it. Often times these situations are selfishly driven though. A simple trade... sex and companionship for money and citizenship.
Hmm... not a bad trade ;-]
Thanks Mel! There must be something right if you can find something to appreciate about in it.
"Love is real... real is love"
-John Lennon-
Profound huh?
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