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Romance in the clouds
Findest thine the soul of self
Buried in dept of solitudes
Where thou art in peace of mind
Tranquil to heart’s beat to life
The somber breeze passes not
Yet restest upon thine being
As forest’s leaves sing praise
Symphonic in combined pieces
From the moon to stars
The outers of space
Crickets chirp to night’s delight
To darkness that is truly not
Ocean’s seas pondereth waves
To orchestrate a solstice peace
Yet another player for thine
To bury thyself in solitudes grace
WE’RE ALL THE SAME
Many people think, at the cusp of a relationship, it will be all hearts and roses.
Sure the beginning for some if not all, is just that.
Hearts aflutter, butterfly stomachs, star gazed eyes, sweaty palms and minty breaths.
Then there are times when you just don’t know which direction
the relationship is going.
You can’t seem to agree on anything, nor can either of you head in the same direction.
Being on the same page is out of the question. Hormones and testosterone bouncing of the walls,
oozing through pores and doing everything but meshing in unity.
And so it goes, except…..
……sometimes things can really get ugly.
Oh, you thought is was bad before? Well just hang on tight because now confusion sets in to a point of
confusion and hands get thrown into the air as if to say…I give up! Not only are you going opposite ways,
but you’re blindly making choices that make no sense other than to get back at the
other or just to be mean….oh yeaaah!!!
It’s just a cluster at this point.
Then something happens that maybe no one expected or hoped it would.
You find yourselves meeting in the middle with compromise.
All is not lost after all.
Love is still in the air…really. What happened after the love at first sight
and after the turmoil is what was always there in the midst of confusion.
The middle, the center, the firm foundation that started it all.
Hearts filled with love.
Relationships are like jobs. You have to work them with every tick of time.
Decision making can be exhaustively taxing
Draining mindful resources to the brink of disillusion
Not in vain for purposeful want in hopes
Ideas which shine as bright as explosive stars
Creating anew that which is greater than before
The wonders of wandering to distant in mind
Pleasurable visions unseen in hand
Breathtaking and lost to the moment
Culminating to fruition in time