Susan's Blog

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

I Love.

I love.
So what does that mean?
That love is mostly about comfort and fit
And that doesn’t match what folks say about it
I like being his best friend
Knowing I’m first in his heart
It’s sometimes feels like a sleepover party
We laugh in the dark

I love.
But — I struggle with what I don’t get
Just this one person — and never regret!
So love can’t give you everything?
It can’t always be heart-in-the-throat thrill
while also being hold-you-when-you-are-ill
— And also explaining the next Visa bill

(Yet every once and a while it is all that, too.)

I love.
Still, after so long, I dress up for him
He lets me indulge nearly every whim
I swoon in sweet joy, watching our sons with him
So — what I’m finding, about love that is true
Is the thrill of just being able to be the most you

2 comments

Great poem!

Don’t you think you should have saved that another 8 days, for Valentine’s Day, though?

Or can you just crank these things out?

— added by Club 166 on Tuesday, February 6, 2007 at 8:46 pm

Great poem!

Don’t you think you should have saved it 8 more days for Valentine’s Day, though?

Or can you just crank these things out at will?

— added by Club 166 on Tuesday, February 6, 2007 at 8:47 pm

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