My family and friends wanted to hear the story of how I knew she was the one
How after decades of solitude I realized my heart was strung
And calmly surrendered my freedom, something I treasured
To be tightly chained to the manacles of her affection and to her care be tethered
Their anxious faces like football fans awaiting their team's glory
Betrayed the thirst that made them yearn for the wine of my love story
But when I started the story, I didn't simply skip to the end
Standing on the altar facing my samaritan, my Angel friend
I told them how it all started, by the birth of an innocent
In hard times when the parents hadn't a single cent
I told them the whole **** boring story with an intent
Of letting them realize finding the one isn't a single night's event
But a lifetime commitment of trials and temptations
Of broken dreams, nightmares and hallucinations
I wanted to tell them that a life story isn't about pen and imagination
For finding that one true person is a race of close contention
I told them about the many who came along and left
Leaving me in the mire of melancholy and despair
Trying to fix the shards of my shattered heart and have it kept
I told them of how I had to breathe even after losing those who were my air
I also confessed the fact that the one showed up after my surrender
And re-ignited a love life that was just a rotten ember
Dumped in the jungle of my past amongst the many termites of break ups
Break ups more exasperating than endless hicups
Yet when I met her it was as obvious as obvious
That because heaven had lost an Angel it was less joyous
I revealed the struggle for words and inadequate air in my lungs
The trembling hallo that feared it might receive a goodbye
They heard the whole **** story till the point we locked tongues
Where I thought it would end but surprisingly it hadn't
I was filled with pessimism and anticipation for an end that wasn't
Instead of running away all she did was draw me closer to her soul
Saying suffocating me with passion was her only goal
Much as it took me long trusting a person, at hallo I trusted her with my heart
Not because I knew she would lead me to joy but because she was worth any hurt
She was the fitting piece of the puzzle right from the start
Someone who only cherished me the more she saw my dirt
And ensured that every time she bathed me in her cuddle
She cast the light of satisfaction upon my shadow
I admitted she wasn't the real dream I always wanted
But at least she freed me from nightmares that had me haunted
I would have said much much and much more
Like how I never believed I'd find someone to adore
But I discovered there's something I loathe more than a hicup
And that is because before I could finish my story I woke up

Sometimes they only thing you'll  need to survive is hope,
Even when your standards seem to drop,
You can always cope,
All you need is hope,
Hope that things will get better,
Hope that your bank account will one day get fatter,
Hope enough to make you smarter
As you wait
And realise that time is always perfect,its never too late.

Trust is heavy
in weight and it
is too great a mass,
it is the foundation
of love and yet
as fragile as glass

Trust is easy
at loss but so hard
to be regained,
because once it is
broken it will
forever be stained

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