RELATIONSHIPS!!! There are as many variables in relationships as there are ingredients in vegetable soup! Often we throw a little of this....and A LOT OF THAT into the pot hoping we come out with the perfect combination of flavors and spices and then.... VOILA! It didn't work out as we planned! Then we cautiously start another pot carefully choosing ingredients and trying to tweak our relationsoup into a emotional culinary delight!!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
My Hearts Choosing
I walk, with an air of fake confidence
As I wade through the dating arena
Trying hard not to step in puddles
From previous storms
I button my top button
On jacket to shield my chest
From the elements
The wind asks me to dance
But I've never been formally trained in Tango
Maybe next time when I hear
Melodic patterns of slow jams
Or we lead the couples dance at wedding
I do have rhythm, You know
The sun appears personified
Instantly, my garb is bathing suit
Under white linen
Black hat traded for crown of
Baby's breathes worn on my natural hair tresses
He kisses me on the forehead
I am fragile in his arms
But a savage beast in the wilderness
Untamed, hunt and leave lifeless
My heart chooses him
So who am i to not concede
My body chooses him
Who am I to not agree
In his arms I am a maiden
Eating pastries full of fruit and goat cheese by a brook
Reading lover's tales by day
And writing them by night
Passion unparalleled
Ignited at first meeting
From "Hello" I was shot by a magnetic bullet
That drew me to his pole
All attempts to resist have been in vain
All defensive mechanisms slain
So who am i to complain
That things aren't as I want them to be
Cause my heart chooses him
A force bigger than us guiding me in his direction
No indiscretions cause even if it was
Morally wrong, it was Universally right
My plight, was not to acknowledge
But my will is weak
Every time I speak or think it's of him
To not accept, is to live in misery
So I embrace my hearts choosing
And put faith in the divine
Experiencing miracles that blossom like lilac
Reminiscent of the scent I wore when we last embraced
I received what i asked for
But not in the manner I assumed
How ungrateful to turn down a gift from God
As if he says "Here it is, now what will you do with it."
I finally understand
Treasures must be dug up
Diamonds polished
Pearls cultivated
Why not mines?
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