Poem fourteen

Love has to be the most easiest thing to get into.

And the hardest thing to fall out of.

Takes years to trick the heart that this feeling is real and deserving and necessary.

In a world of independent women and not needing a man

or men being no good and unambitious

feeling a foreign secure feeling of care

takes some getting used.

The need of being needed and wanted.

Looking in my mirror I ask myself why and then he tells me what I have been needing to hear and that feeling rises.

Love

sneaks the hardest of us into a dark corner and keeps us face first in

the crook of the corners of extreme care and adoration and healing.

Pain builds a wall and separates us from our child selves

the very innocent and pure beings that we were

the youth that saw life as a new thing everyday until the dark realities overpopulated our psyche.

before the conditioning took place.

Looking into the eyes of a man and seeing exactly who God made him to be.

The eyes hold a vision that only you are allowed to peek at.

The man with the eyes that you are staring in loves you enough to share his complete whole self with you.

To watch you break down repeatedly

continuously watch you get up and tackle life.

He wants to spend the rest of his life with you and buy you a home type love.

Finding that…

gives new meaning to being selfless

it means having conversations and each accepting responsibility for ones’ action

being bad and selfish

rude and disrespectful

stubborn and prideful

beautiful and flawed.

A quiet love

where nobody evens knows his name and you like it like that because he doesn’t want what you want he wants more

being divine order

God man woman child

God Love for a man

a lover

a husband

is one that has undertones of indecisiveness

it is very human in all of its levels

there are things that go on that will never go on

and decisions that are made that do not make sense.

Love takes a whole lot of patience and understanding and kindness

because hearts break too frequently and badly to be played with.

We are all getting older.

We must cherish who God sent and weigh the good against the bad.

Be of good heart and good faith.

Love our neighbors

our partners

our mates

as we love ourselves.

As God Loves Us.

 

 

 

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About monalisasrandomthoughts

I craft people poems. I laugh out-loud. I love all things. Everything is about order. My movements are chess. Everything to me calculates. I just look like this.
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