Is There Any Other Possible Way?
Don't wait till it's too late to love her like you never have before
What could be better than this?
Love her as if there'll never, ever
be another kiss, what could possibly
be wrong with a hunger
such as this? Whisper
sweet goodbyes, no bitter words should slam the door, many took this exit then were lost
forevermore. Save your rage
for politics, and the stupid
stuff folks do, so many things
deserve it more then someone
who loves you. Linger in each
other's arms, sweet shelter
treasured by, so many men
whose empty arms, embraced war torn skies
sighing her name as they die. Call each
other often, take a minute
just to say, I love you, hon, I'm thinking of and missing you today. Corrie's husband
called her, on an ordinary day. While having
trouble breathing, and he just felt
he should say, he might not
make it out of there, but wanted her to know, he loved her
oh, so very much, and then the Towers
both let go. Love as if your
never coming, back to taste again, the heady wine
of love so fine, when her sweet
lips descend. There are a few
that I once knew, I'd gladly
give my all, to feel their arms
around me, share their kiss,
or take their call. Fate waits within
the shadows, even perfect
loves know despair, one moment
bliss and paradise, the next, your
love's not there. So spend some
extra minutes, savor each and
every touch, in the long view
love is fleeting, we seldom
get that much. Though love
will last forever, what's flesh will
pass someday love like
there's no tomorrow is there any other way?
Author notes
The poem is about the right way to love, so many people take it for granted until they find the one they love under a granite stone. love should be uncompromising, even agreeing to disagree just to keep the peace of a good relationship intact. It is not easy to love as if you were spending your last day with your dearest, but it is the most perfect way to keep them a long long time. that is why I wrote this, to give examples to those who are at present falling out of love. there is always time to salvage what was once good, if there was no infidelity involved, and even that has been overcome by renewed love.
© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III