A girl loves me
It’s far from perfect
There are many obstacles in the way
Plastic love would crack in the face of such hurdles
Not this
This is genuine
Here, such barriers fray before what’s real
A girl loves me
And I love her
A Girl Loves Me
Tag: love
Soulmate
Ah, to find my soulmate
That one person in the universe
A guarantee of forever bliss
In a world otherwise bleak and tragic
Why wouldn’t I want to find my soulmate?
And spare myself the heartbreak and grief
Misery and sadness
That is sure to accompany me for not finding mine
If only
If only the very idea of a soulmate were possible……..
But, alas, it is not
It does not exist
And if it did, most would obliterate this supposed greatest gift
Perhaps, after all, one’s greatest gift is that there are no soulmates
Rather, abundant chances for real love
True love
My girl and I are not soulmates
Far from it
Our story resides far, far away from Hollywood
But you see, the very idea of a soulmate and Hollywood are made for each other
They’re fairytales, fictional
What we have is far more real
The longing to connect and love
Regardless of our circumstances
It doesn’t matter what tomorrow holds
Or next week, next year
We share a burning desire to learn how to love each other
Every single day
That feeling is authentic
Powerful and unmistakable
It is a fire in our bellies that a soulmate cannot provide
It’s exactly what I’m after
Hollywood can have its “happily ever after”
I want this
Love Need Not Be Certain
Certainty
Assurance
A sure thing
Traits that are sought out
Welcome
Desired
When it comes to love
Who doesn’t enjoy the occasional slam dunk?
But that’s all it is
Occasional
A rare commodity
Hardly prevalent in the real world
Outside of Hollywood
Certainty
To the contrary, I’ll live with the unknown
Not knowing how it plays out
Because to me, that’s what’s damn exciting!
One thing I’m certain of
Is that I love her touch
The way her sweet head fits when she leans into me
How she calls me “baby”
How she trusts me with intimate details about her life
No matter how unfortunate
How time spent with her goes so fast, I’m left longing for the next time
And the time after that
How she’s the first thing I think of in the morning
And the last in the evening
In hopes of a most wonderful dream
About her
I haven’t the first idea how this goes
The endgame is quite unknown
And I couldn’t care less
For I love her dearly
That’s for certain
And that’s more than enough for me
Were You Real?
Were you real?
I’m fairly certain you existed
Perhaps you still do
Experiences
Hours, days, years
They seem never ending
While they happen
But they’re merely a blip
Did they really happen?
To me
Or am I fostering someone’s else’s memories?
Flamingos
You
Me
Front Seat
You lean
Into me
The dark of night is comforting
We overlook the valley
Like the Hollywood sign
The bustle below is dead silent
The visual akin to millions of lightning bugs
Floating about
The Flamingos on the airwaves
“My love must be a kind of blind love”
“I can’t see anyone but you”
Our arms secure and comfort us
Yours to me
Mine to you
They say actions speak louder than words
Tonight we’ve uttered no words
And said a lot
Perfection
Perfection
It’s how I describe yesterday
It wasn’t predicted
Wasn’t written in stone
But today a new feeling resides within me
I call it a turning point
A day in which future days will be compared
Fair or not
Yesterday
Perfection
Heart and Mind
I hark back to those days
I put it all on the line for you
And I was so sure
Despite the well meaning words of caution
Misguided emotion provoked radical reform
Despite my apprehension
Funny thing when that happens
When the heart and mind collide
The heart always triumphs
But the mind eventually proves to be the wiser
Time
It was over
Despite a good run
My heart no longer fluttered
Not in her direction, anyway
My affection led me astray
Into the arms of a new beloved
Demanded my burning attention
It was the right path
At that time
Ah, time
The undefeated and unbeatable arch nemisis
Time always proves to be correct
It points out that fluttering hearts change over time
Or that we neglect the warning signs at that moment of clear decision
Signs that may not be seen for years
But they will emerge
And once again, time will point its accusatory finger at you
Taunting
Flaunting its perfect record
And you’ll be left picking up the pieces
Until next time
Valentine
“A sweetheart chosen”
That’s what it says
Ours is an unorthodox love
Hardly textbook
Doesn’t have to be
As long as you are happy
As well as I
It simply works
And I’m thrilled to call you mine
Emotional Affair
An immoveable headspace
Locked in the knowledge that
The absolute path
Is to her arms
Time is of the essence
If I don’t act now I lose her forever
I couldn’t bear it
Can’t you see?
She will make me happy
I feel it
I know it
You cannot convince me otherwise…….
It started so naturally
Just friends
Good friends
Laughs, little notes
Personal details
Innocent…….
Confusion
Why does she invade my inner space?
There’s a time and place for her
Not now…….
Time only intensified the fire in my heart
Her absence created a powerful longing
One in which I would be unable to break free
I have never felt this way before
This is true love
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