what a sight,
we see,
when,
with eyes, wide open
we love someone;
from the place of truth,
in our hearts.
it is, beauty incomparable,
enigmatic, eccentric,
sometimes unbearable.
it is, a labyrinth unravelled,
a road yet travelled,
a sojourn for sighing soul.
it is, awe inspiring,
death, defying hope.
it is, kindness and patience,
a forbearing of ill will.
it is, awkward and
uncomfortable
and the revealing
of family secrets.
it is, showing up,
showing off,
antics,
awesome and terrible.
and hell's bell's,
ringing out the doomed
damnation,
of carefree days
and liver
destroying nights.
it is, heaven,
when, you know
the love that is.
but remains unspoken.
it is, every aspect of
daily life,
given extra,
shine and polish
it is, ever forgiving strife
true love is life
and
life is love.
the other stuff,
mere, broken tokens,
spilled upon cobblestones.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:46 AM UTC
what a sight,
we see,
when,
with eyes, wide open
we love someone;
from the place of truth,
in our hearts.
it is, beauty incomparable,
enigmatic, eccentric,
sometimes unbearable.
it is, a labyrinth unravelled,
a road yet travelled,
a sojourn for sighing soul.
it is, awe inspiring,
death, defying hope.
it is, kindness and patience,
a forbearing of ill will.
it is, awkward and
uncomfortable
and the revealing
of family secrets.
it is, showing up,
showing off,
antics,
awesome and terrible.
and hell's bell's,
ringing out the doomed
damnation,
of carefree days
and liver
destroying nights.
it is, heaven,
when, you know
the love that is.
but remains unspoken.
it is, every aspect of
daily life,
given extra,
shine and polish
it is, ever forgiving strife
true love is life
and
life is love.
the other stuff,
mere, broken tokens,
spilled upon cobblestones.
for ben, always for ben.
you have been a quiet hero
this past week my love... and so this is my gift for you.
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