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Sep 2021
I know this love we have found feels foreign to both of us. I know I never felt this way. My heart aches when we are apart. My hands long to be around your waist pulling us close together till we are completely are one. Like a the lost single puzzle piece that makes the picture complete. My eyes always gazing into yours seeing the bright future. When we kiss, it feels like some magical thing that I never want it to end. I've never felt a love like this, not from a parent, a friend, a fallen brother, what I thought was a lover, or from a spouse. Nothing compares to the love you have opened up to my being. For it is more than just a feeling, it's finding security, trust, hope, a future, my one and only, the thing movies and books written about that we've only heard about. It's not a fairy tale, it's real, raw, and what we have. Its appreciating ever moment as if it was the first or the last. I think that's why tears come so easy for me. It's the grandest of things in the simplest acts. I'm never pushing or forcing it, only holding it close like a treasure you find that's so rare. I know maybe for you, it feels like an appreciation. You've been recognized in your simplest ways. It may feel odd because you've never been held like a treasure that you are. The things I do to nurture you, is the way love is teaching me to care for you. Like I said, I'm only falling my heart, not trying to force or cook something from my mind thinking this is what you want. It's what flows out of the abundance of my heart. It's why I say I love you a million times while we're talking. I know no other things to say. I know you're so independent and I don't want you to be in a way. Let me be what love calls me to be. A cook, a poet that doesn't rhyme much, a hand that just wants to hold and caress you, that long departing kiss, a shoulder for you to lay your head on, a jester in your court to see that beautiful smile an occasionally hear your laugh, your lover when you need it, your ear to hear everything you need to say, your companion, your friend, your soulmate and help mate, your cheer leader; I simply what to be what your love needs, wants, desires for the rest of your and my life and then some. That way one day it won't be foreign to either one of us. It'll be home.

Dedicated to my only love, Special K
TW Rice
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TW Rice  53/M/Edgar, wisconsin
(53/M/Edgar, wisconsin)   
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