What if I never experience matrimonial bliss?
Never entertwine my life with his?
Forget to hand him the key to my soul?
Relent that next man will be better and he’s never sent?
Will I miss the opportunity to quiver and quack?
Be moved to a deep rythythemus low tune.
Can one miss the chance to give someone else the chance?
Not setting the bar so high, they themselves can’t jump over or touch?
I wonder about my life without ever trusting someone so much with my heart.
Knowing that they know all my fragile spots.
I can’t hide or act unfazed when he called me some kind of way.
Who am I that he would trust me this much?
Hold all his insecurities, push past his hateful ways!
Because no one’s perfect and we cant all slay the day.
I dont know, but loves been on my brain. Not keeping me up at night but disturbing my thoughts at work. As I watch others and do my work.
Love is a funny thing.
Highly craved thing.
Detested thing.
Beloved thing.
It can go many ways and sadly we never know.
We all hope love isn’t broken, dead or a foolish fairy tale. And than either we or our parents, friends and associates just picked the wrong one.
We all think to ourselves “I wont.”
An even smaller voice muddles. “I hope I won’t.”
On we go, living and searching for love. Giving and wanting our care to be reciprocated back.
On we go waiting for someone to give us a long anticipated heart attack.
Only in the name of love we pray!
Big Contradiction 