Accidental Hurt Hurts the Doer!
I deserve that elegance? That Poise?
Too much I try to “requalify”. She overlooks my awkwardness
She tires of my attempts to declare in a new way
The rising feeling of love and appreciation
I hold in my quivering heart.
As steady as an elegant swan courses through
The choppy lake waves
She doesn’t bother with new statements of love
She just keeps moving through our daily loving events.
She knows she has me.
By virtue of my constant praise,
I think I sound like a song set on “too loud”!
She turns that elegant head, sees through her day.
I help her when she needs it.
She honestly asks for me
When the clouds start darkening
I provide and help naturally.
We are both in such Harmony of Soul,
And Personality and Disposition.
She is so deep.
My heart bids me to swim to her depths.
I can’t hold my breath, but I can blow happy bubbles.
She could hurt me. But she doesn’t.
If I hurt her accidentally, it enrages me.
Sometimes I kick myself for my ineptitude.
She knows I do that, and she tells me to stop.
She teaches me that not forgiving and forgetting
Are rocks that we carry across the Stony Stream,
Endangering our footing and occupying our stress.
When we pause in the Quietude of the Evening,
We both feel the Elation and Peace of Being a Couple.
Funnily, the less we talk about it, the more Tangible
It Becomes. There is a Sense that We Originated Long Ago.
She is my Favorite Person Because, She is Joined to me.
How can we resist the very own parts of us?
I am too happy. I should take this more in stride.
I should sit back and take this crystallized union for granted.
Then, when I express this, she says: “Shut up. We are
As Happy as we are. Your gratitude is great, but
If you were less grateful, the Sun would shine just as brightly.
The rain would fall as softly. Our blossoms would Exult as easily
And Reach for the Sky as effortlessly and Cry out as naturally
For the Attention of Passersby. I know what you are going to say
Before you say it.”
We are Stronger Individuals because we have each other at home.
It is good that we are so often apart. We might fall into Self Absorption.
With all the kids and the grand kids and the other relatives,
We see how wonderfully life works itself out!
My Favorite Person, She knows that we are Mutually Dependent
Upon each other. The Years have shown us our weaknesses.
The Years have shown us where we naturally come up short.
And all those known faults constitute the Framework of Love.
Tolerance, Patience, Stopping and Picking up for Each Other.
These are the tiny acts that Live into Perpetuity.
We have helped each other in so many ways,
For so many reasons, for so long.
We feel we are well adorned when perhaps we are shabby.
We laugh loudly when perhaps we should only chuckle.
Both with arthritis, we call each other -- “Cripples”.
Our kids think we are somewhat crazy. The Grand kids kiss us.
“What other people think” - used to blow in our lives like a storm.
Now, it’s a gray blustery cloud formation headed away from us
As a part of the horizon.
I fill my cup two or three times
To extend our Saturday morning “Get Togethers”.
We lift our voices in the house: “I Need you!”
And, maybe it’s a silly reason. Maybe it’s just a kiss.
Maybe it’s lifting something. It is always a bother,
Until we arrive in the room and know what love is for.
We do our own Personal Tai Chi -- all too stiffly,
We smile up at God and thank him forever
That we two, us two, found each other when we did.
Is my favorite.
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