Don't you know who I am? I am your Wife...to be cherished and admired by you. I can't be something I'm not! I am me...that's who I was born to be...I can't be who you want. I'm not a Victorias Model, not a Super Model, not even pretty by any standards. I've gained some weight, and I have more wrinkles now then when you met me. I'm sorry for growing old...sorry for not looking better...sorry for not being who you should be in love with. I am not sorry being me. It's who I am. If you can't see that, then I suppose you'll just have to carry out your miserable life with me....or get a Divorce!
Beauty is present but the soul isn't. You speak with golden specks on your tongue. You walk with the grace of doves. Your laugh is like the morning sun. But yet you still fall short where love doesn't manage. You quiver to the thought of happiness and cringe at the sight of laughter. They all scream "you're a diamond in the rough." But what is jelewry when it's not sought after and what is art when it's admired by all but one? You're aware of the power you carry, the beauty you conceal. The weapons your heart bares and the pain running through your veins. They painted you a mural but they failed to read the description - " commended by all, tamed by none."
In the back of my head I know every conor I've Memorized each and Every curve I've Calculated Precisely In the midst Of all the chaos I am only tuned to To the sound of her Feet lightly pressing Against the ground Each m o r n i ng i Count every ste p If I ever get to 10 Maybe thn I will Open my mouth And empty the Way I feel of her beauty
to me love is like a rose garden you walk down each row admiring the individuality of each every rose is beautiful like love they say not to pick the roses what is everyone picked them meant to be admired not touched i am guilty of picking the roses they sit in a vase in my room i seem to pick the roses that remind me much of myself usually delicate and light not classic yellow light pink you used to give me light pink you knew who i was delegate not fulled bloomed but exotic and beautiful love is a rose garden i want my own.