The knowing -------------------------------------------
I am called to a vast distance
where love is wings and we fly
higher than ordinary dreams.
Yes we fly but first we must assail
the cliffs and they are ever so high.
But are they high enough to launch our love
I have heard it said that Love
is an occupation we grow into,
providing we have the fortitude
to persevere through the knowing.
I want to do that!
What human does not come with faults
and baggage? And why is it that I now
love you unconditionally? I did not
think this true a week ago.
In fact I imagined scenarios where
jealousy rumbled up out of the pit like
mad dogs and devoured my love
in howling fits.
However life is about growing and I would
prefer you whole and complete after having
experienced life to the point you no longer
wonder what it will take, to make you happy.
A time when you are comfortable
in the silence that is our dream
Our dream, that merely awaits
our knowing to shine with the moon and stars
as an inevitable part of nature should.
The charming picture reminded me that my simpleminded love for children, which makes me raise them and teach them and provide affection and is, well, just simpleminded, has been a lot easier to do and to live with and to understand than my loves for partners and grown-up kin and friends, etc.
Now that I'm quite old, I just treat everybody like children or like animals, whichever they most resemble. The only difference anybody has noticed is that I sometimes seem easier to get on with.
Maybe that is the same as your story in the poem? Maybe you are writing to everybody all at once except that this valentine gets the actual attention?
I don't think this is very good verse, but it is still an expressive and graceful text, albeit built out of clichés. But why not? You don't have the task of blowing my mind, just of living with your own. Please post more!