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Saturday, March 26, 2005

THE WAY WE LOVE

It doesn’t make a difference anymore.
Your tousled hair is the same as
your freshly shaved chin,
your crumpled shirt is no different
from the morning fragrance of you
The hours drag but with you it’s
never enough
You consume all of me in an instant.
You drive me crazy with your witty mind,
and I just love it when we disagree.

Sometimes I wonder what keeps it
going, but when I look at you,
your back turned to me
watching that same reality show,
or your eyes on the road,
it’s the same old you that I met,
shared a cup of coffee with,
some wining and dining here
and there, falling madly, madly
in love with.

We never fight anymore,
there’s just no reason to
when our opinions and feelings
and moods and ramblings
breathe the same air -
you're so right,
we've built are own little world.

It’s funny how you ask me
if you still make my heart tremble.
We’re way past that, although you make
my entirety melt, all the time, each time,
every time.

Time isn’t a factor anymore.
These years or was it days?
It’s the same feeling of newness and
familiarity right from the beginning,
and I bet, until we’re gray and weary.
I cannot get used to the excitement
of having just met you,
and I can neither remember anything,
anyone before you. It's always been you.

and I just love it, this feeling of growing
and changing and being more and being one.
I never imagined it would be so complicated
and simple.
It’s not like fire burning and I can’t think.
It’s like a flicker of hope inside and thinking
for sure that I’ve got company
all night long,
all winter long,
all life long.
Heaven or hell becomes just
one thing. Perfectly imperfect.
It’s bitter love, It’s sweet you.
It’s bitter you, It’s sweet love.

03/26/05

Posted by xam :: Saturday, March 26, 2005 :: 2 Comments:

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