I just realized,
my love is unconditional.
I do not keep my tiger love caged in my heart,
awaiting the day you unlock it from its silent captivity.
I do not envelope my childish love in a colorful plastic ball,
floating only on a steady stream of your affection.
I do not lay my heavy love on a bed of nails,
praying that not one spike protrudes
My love does not bite its nails
in anticipation of your call.
My love does not boil
in heated angst for your touch.
my love is.
It just is.
It sits happily in my chest,
with a smile that knows.
It just knows.
I would say you have my love,
but that would be a lie.
It rests, in joyous surrender
where you left it.
It is my guide when I explore the mysteries
deep inside of me.
My love is your gift.
I surrender the rest of my life
to ruminations on its wonder
so that I may learn to gift it as you have:
freely, patiently... unconditionally.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
I just realized,
my love is unconditional.
I do not keep my tiger love caged in my heart,
awaiting the day you unlock it from its silent captivity.
I do not envelope my childish love in a colorful plastic ball,
floating only on a steady stream of your affection.
I do not lay my heavy love on a bed of nails,
praying that not one spike protrudes
My love does not bite its nails
in anticipation of your call.
My love does not boil
in heated angst for your touch.
my love is.
It just is.
It sits happily in my chest,
with a smile that knows.
It just knows.
I would say you have my love,
but that would be a lie.
It rests, in joyous surrender
where you left it.
It is my guide when I explore the mysteries
deep inside of me.
My love is your gift.
I surrender the rest of my life
to ruminations on its wonder
so that I may learn to gift it as you have:
freely, patiently... unconditionally.
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